I spent a good 20 minutes trying to make this in color and I gave up

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

Bite

Tae x Jungkook x Reader
SMUT Vampire AU
Warning: Blood, Rough Sex, Pain, Swearing, Dirty Talk…
1900 Words

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (No Vkook) | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |
Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |



Walking up a dark, cold alleyway in the middle of the night in a part of the city that I did not know began to seem like a very bad idea, a very bad idea indeed. Bleak, dim lighting on the high poles above my head were he only sources of illumination and they did little to reveal all the puddles of water and pot holes present on the ground that I kept stumbling into. I was told to wear nice ‘sexy’ clothes for this. Why was I told to dress provocatively if I was only donating blood and plasma to a private company? Why had I trusted my friend when she told me all about this amazing opportunity to get a lot of money and enjoy doing it as well? She was the type of friend who always got herself into trouble but I was desperate; student loans, rent, car insurance, food, it was all really starting to pile up and I needed some fast cash. The only thing that kept me from turning on my heels and backing out was the fact that Jazmin was beside me and clearly not worried at all, in fact, she seemed excited, desperate even, to reach our destination, the complete opposite to the nervous bubble growing in the pit of my stomach.

 



FLASHBACK
“UGH! Why does everything have to be so expensive!” I said in exasperation, flopping down onto the scattered notes and homework that shared the expanse of my bed. Jazmin sat at the small vanity that sat under the window on the side of my bedroom wall, bathed in the uncharacteristically bright February sunlight that filtered through my open blinds. I’m not sure if it was the flattering light or if she had somehow managed to become prettier in the last few months, but her medium brown hair seemed to shine and glitter with honey colored highlights and her skin glowed with a dewy radiance.

“AH! Speaking of expensive, here’s all that money I owe you..” she reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet, snapping it open and rifling through the many bills that were stuffed into it before handing me two new, crispy hundred dollar bills. I reached for the money, confused and disbelieving that she was paying me back after all this time. I had already resigned myself to not ever seeing that money ever again. I narrowed my eyes at her, suspicious.

“Is this real? How did you get this?” she just smiled and dismissed my suspicions with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely real and I didn’t have to walk the streets to get it either. I just found a new… investment, and it pays really well.” I didn’t like her pause and nonchalant tone she was speaking with, I could tell she was hiding the truth, or at least part of it.

“Yes, I can see. How much did that new purse cost you, it looks expensive, what brand is that? Kate Spade?” I said in a sarcastic tone.

“Well fine, if you’re gonna be that way then I won’t let you in on it…” she teased.

“Im sorry, keep going.”

 My attitude completely changed at the prospect of making as much money as she clearly had recently. She laughed at my sudden change in demeanor and began to explain.

You… directly donate blood to specific individuals who are… in need, sort of like a transfusion, through a private company. Their clients and the company are very private and secretive, they highly value your discretion and expect you to keep all knowledge that you may learn to yourself. That’s one of the reasons why they pay so much. You must sign a contract as well. They offer one time donation contracts and also 1 year contracts. A onetime donation pays 1000 dollars and a year contract will pay you up to 5000 dollars depending on how many times a year you donate. They also include healthcare in their contracts and, let’s just say, some people form a relationships with their Donee. I’ve been donating for a few months now to the same person. The thing is, their method of donating is a bit unorthodox, and it may freak you out at first but, trust me, you’ll be safe the whole time. Since I’m under a… contract, I can’t actually tell you how they donate but you’ll find out soon…



After she explained and convinced me that nothing was illegal or dangerous, I reluctantly agreed to try donating, she called someone and a few minutes later, I was added to the list of donors for tonight’s session that she was attending. She then spent the rest of the day prepping us both for tonight; showering, shaving, plucking, exfoliating, conditioning, the whole nine yards. She did my hair and makeup and put together as sexy of an outfit that I’d allow, answering all my protests with,

“Trust me, you’ll want to look good for whomever you get as a Donee. Absolutely every client there looks like they just stepped out of a movie, they’re so attractive.”

I had to admit, I looked pretty good, less like a tired college student and more like an extra from the movie Underworld. My hair was half pinned up and the rest floated around my bare shoulders in soft wavy curls. My eye makeup was minimal but accentuated the shape with a slightly darker color in the crease, elongated, winged eyeliner, and lots of mascara. My foundation had a light, radiant finish and Jazmin had sculpted my face slightly with contour and highlight. She had finished me with a red toned berry liquid lip stain and very shiny clear gloss that made me look like I had just bit into a fresh pomegranate.

My outfit was comprised of a tight, black corset that I had used for a Halloween costume one year, black leather pants that I bought but never wore, and black high-heeled leather ankle boots. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t help feel a bit like a piece of meat on display. Skintight everything and bare shoulders and clavicle exposed. I shivered from the slight cold that seeped in through the walls and grabbed a long black cardigan that had silver accents and faux fur trim on the neckline and slipped it on, wrapping it around my form despite Jazmin’s protests. My dark ensemble was the complete opposite to her baby pink dress and white kitten heels.

“I like wearing black so I’m not complaining, but why am I so dark and you’re so… pink?” I asked.

“Well, Jin likes pink, and I like Jin…” she trailed off, a devilish grin on her pink sparkly lips. “Jin is the one that I donate to exclusively now.”

“You make it sound like it’s a sexual experience.” I said, warily. She turned to me and carefully chose her next words.

“(Y/N), I’m not gonna lie, Jin and I do have sex. The donation process is very… intimate, I mean, you’re giving someone your life source to help them right? You get to know them and it creates a bond. Who knows, you might get some tonight too, if you want.”

“Uh, NO, I do NOT want that!” I exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, just tell them that, it’s not a big deal, they won’t force you.” She laughed as we left my apartment, finally making our way to our destination as the sun began to set slowly on the horizon, mixing colors of burnt orange, purple, and blood red into the rapidly fading blue.



To say that I was nervous and skeptical was definitely and understatement. What did she mean by unorthodox? Why did it seem like they were hiding their private business from people? Question filled my mind as I tightened my Heavy coat around my middle and we walked up to an unassuming door that held a small square mirror at face level. No, not a mirror, two way glass. Jazmin pressed a button on a voice-box attached to the side of the building and spoke into it.

 

“Hi, this is Jazmin, and this is (Y/F/L/N). She should be on the list with me as a new donor.”

She released the button and a second passed before a buzz sounded and the door clicked open, a handsome gentleman held the door open for us to pass through. I curiously glanced at him as we passed. He was tall and had white, fluffy hair, a cut in one eyebrow and silver hoops in in the ear on the same side. I couldn’t see his eyes since they were covered with a pair of shiny, black, square cut sunglasses even though it was nighttime. His black suit gave him a slight Men In Black feel and I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the image in my head. However, my smile faded when he returned one and I swear I saw a flash of very sharp looking canines before his face returned to its neutral state. Jazmin’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her as she spoke to me.

“I’ll take you to Seulgi’s office so you can get your paperwork out of the way. She’ll explain what I’m not allowed to and you’ll sign a confidentiality agreement and a contract with her and then they’ll match you with a Donee. It should all go by pretty fast if you cooperate and don’t freak out.”

I had been too busy studying the hall we walked down to notice her choice of words at first. It was definitely luxurious, marble flooring, with clean white walls and black accents. The ceiling held ornate crystal chandeliers every 20 feet or so that sent sparkling reflections on the walls. The wide hallway echoed slightly and brought Jazmin’s final words back to me.

“…don’t freak out…”

My feet stopped following her as I said,

“What do you mean ‘freak out’? Why would I freak out!? Jazmin, tell me what’s going on!”

The panic in my voice was doubled by the echoing walls and I’m sure anyone behind the many doors lining the hall could hear me.

“(Y/N), calm down. It’s okay, shh.”

She held my hand and tried to comfort me in a soothing voice. The scene reminded me of how a child tries to call to a cat in a comforting tone right before they capture it. I was the cat in this situation. Before Jazmin could continue, a door to my right opened and out stepped a very pretty girl with dark hair and monolid eyes. Something about the way she stared straight into my eyes without any shame both terrified and entranced me and I found that I wasn’t breathing. She spoke and it felt like her voice was warm honey seeping into my skin and making my limbs heavy and languid.

“Hello (Y/N), you’re here to donate your blood for people who can’t survive without it, for Vampyres.”

As her last words left her mouth, her face split into a calculating smile, showing her teeth as she did so as her canines dropped down and elongated into sharp, white points.

little-brony-shit  asked:

How big should you go for your first tattoo if you have a pretty high pain tolerance?

Heya friend!

There are a ton of things to consider when deciding on what your tattoo design will be and how big to get it.

Just for reference of where my advice is coming from: I have 30 tattoos that have been done by nearly 10 artists in multiple countries over the past 11 years. I have all different sizes, colors and styles. You can view my art and the stories behind them here: [My Tattoos]

Things to thing about that will effect how big to go:

- Your Artist
- Price
- Design details
- Colors
- Placement
- Time of tattoo
- Healing time

Your Artist:

First rule of getting a tattoo, your artist knows best!! When searching for the perfect artist, ask your friends where they go and who they recommend. Look at the work your friends already have, is it good looking? Does it meet your standard?

You are explicitly trusting someone to create art on your body which you will wear the rest of your life. Take care when finding the right artist.

Most shops and artists have portfolios (either in shop or look them up on Instagram) you can look through to get an idea of that artist’s specialty. Some specialities include: Japanese art, black and white, geometric, color, water color, Sailor Jerry, portraits, and realism.

Have your design in mind and read about different styles before you go to meet an artist. The more details you can provide about what you want, the easier it is for them to draw something for you.

They will be able to discuss possible sizing when they have a draft of what you’d like to get. If an artist says “I wouldn’t go that small with this design” TRUST THEM. They are professionals and know how the body ages and inks can fade.

Price:

It’s smart to always have a budget in mind. In America, most shops have a shop minimum usually between $60-100. This would be for a small tattoo that is probably a design you brought in ready to go and takes an hour or less.

If you want a small tattoo to start, look for the shop minimum price.

Most shop minimum places price tattoos individually taking into account : prep time, design size, and inkinking time.

I usually use shops like this. I’ve gotten really great pieces for cheap when I have a set budget and am willing to compromise certain parts of the design to make it fit my price range.

My Fawkes tattoo took two sittings of 9 hours each. It’s full colour and was designed by my artist (from a picture I gave as reference). I was charged a flat rate of $275. (Note: This is really cheap because I had been going to that artist exclusively for my past 4 tattoos. Loyalty to your artist will pay off!)

Other places charge by the hour. This is common in a lot of countries and it’s becoming more of a norm in America. No matter how big or what your design is you are charged for whatever time it takes to design and ink. This isn’t necessarily the best thing because if you want a larger piece it could be hundreds, if not thousands of dollars.

My Princess Leia tattoo was charged by the hour. It’s not even half the size of my Fawkes tattoo but it took 3 hours and cost over $500.  


Design Details:

Think about your tattoo as an image on a computer. If there are fine details and lines, it would have to be saved in a high resolution in order to look criso and clean. The lower the resolution, the lower visibility of all of the fine details.

This means more intricate designs need space!! Don’t think you can get that really detailed mermaid design on your wrist and it will look great. The bigger the tattoo, the greater the details will look.

Colours:

Colours choices are really important when thinking about the longevity of your tattoo. They are also important in terms of your budget.

Blacks/shading take the longest to ink because they really have to be worked into the skin. If you’re getting a medium sized black and white tattoo it could easily take longer than and larger sized colour tattoo.

Colors will fade over time. You can prevent this to the best of your ability (I’ll discuss aftercare later) but it happens no matter what.

The smaller a tattoo is, the more likely your colors may fade into each other over time. Yellows, lavenders, whites and other light colours require constant care for the rest of your life if you want them to stay nice. These colours will usually require touch ups over time.

Placement:

Placement obviously dictates how large a tattoo can be. The best places for first tattoos, in regards to size and the lower end of the pain scale are: Back of the shoulder, outer bicep, thighs. Think muscle over bone!!

My first tattoo was on the back of my shoulder and to me, it didn’t hurt at all.

Also take in to consideration other tattoos you may want in the future. I have nevermet a person with only one tattoo who doesn’t want more. They’re addicting. So do you want to use prime real estate for something small or do you want to save that space for maybe a half sleeve in the future?

Time of Tattooing:

Even if you have a high pain tolerance, 8 hours of tattooing can become less than comfortable.

My longest sitting was 10 hours straight. And although I have the highest pain tolerance of anyone I know (I sleep through most of my tattoos) by the time we called it quits at 10 hours, I was exhausted.

Basically what happens when you get a tattoo is your adrenaline ramps up to cover the pain. Your body will send pain numbing chemicals to the sight your being tattooed around. This means for the first hour or so it may not seem that bad at all.

But the longer you’re in the chair, the more confused your body gets. It starts realizing other parts of the body may need attention so your adrenaline starts to taper off. And you’re going to start feeling it the longer you’re being inked.

TAKE BREAKS! Whenever you need a break, take it. But be aware that when you stop for 10-20 minutes your adrenaline is redistributed and when you start up again it could hurt worse. But if you ever feel unwell or dizzy, TELL YOUR ARTIST IMMEDIATELY.

Stay hydrated! Do not drink alcohol within 24 hours of getting a tattoo because it will thin the blood and then your artist has to work extra hard to make the ink stick. In the days before, drink tons of water and moisturize the area you’re going to get tattood on. The more hydrated your skin is, the easier it will be to ink

Healing Time:

Tattoos aren’t fully healed for about 6 weeks after you get them. Take this into account when planning on how big your design is or what time of year you’re getting inked.

The first few days require washing your tattoo and applying ointment 3x a day. Think about how this will be incorporated into your daily routine. If you get a huge back piece but work all day…how will you keep it clean during work hours?

The first 3-4 weeks, your tattoo should be kept out of direct water. This means no pools, no beach, no baths.

Also try to let your tattoo breathe as much as possible. Getting a large thigh piece may not be the best idea in cold weather when you wear jeans every day. You shouldn’t wrap your tattoo after taking off the original bandage from your artist. Can you wear loose fitting clothes to allow your new art to heal over the next 6 weeks?

SUNSCREEN. ALWAYS. Look, you just spent a good chunk of money and time on this new art. If you want to protect it, avoid being in the sun for the first 6 weeks. And anytime after, always use sunscreen! The sun can really bleach your colors and damage your skin, which causes fading and blurred tattoos.

This is all great advice but how big do I go?

At the end of the day, it’s up to you. If you have a good but of money to invest in your tattoo, go for it!!

The only reason I have any space available on my body is directly in regards to financial restraint.

Mull over the information above. Put together a design idea. Set a budget. Talk to an artist. Then go for it!!

Colors - 1943 (Pre-serum Steve)

Originally posted by geektopea

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name

A/N - I was asked by one of my favorite people @mullinhore to write a story about Steve based on the song Colors By April Smith (Which is one of the cutest songs I have ever heard! Seriously go listen to it!) I will be doing this in two parts. Part one is modern day and part two will be 1940′s Steve. I hope you enjoy it!!!

Turns out this one was a lot longer then I thought it would be so I am splitting it into Pre-Serum Steve and Post-Serum Steve so part two will be well two parts! This is a lot of set up, and a lot of fluff.

I’ll wear your colors my dear
Until you’re standing right here
Next to the one who adores you
Whose heart is beating for you
Like a lighthouse guides a shipwrecked sailor safely from the sea
I’ll wear your colors til you come back home to me


Y/N had been a nurse in Doctor Atwell’s office for the past 3 years. On her first day she met Steve Rogers and has seen him twice a week since then.  He is a small for his age, weighing only 95 lbs and was only 5’4”. His chart was a mile long with his medical ailments ranging from Asthma and Scoliosis to High Blood Pressure and even Scarlet Fever. He was fragile and nervous however he always had a smile on his face and he was always so kind. It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall for him. She loved how honest and sincere he was. How he always seemed to do the right thing no matter the circumstances, which is half the reason why she saw him so much. He would always stick up for the little guy; however he WAS a little guy and more often than not got himself hurt.  One particular day, he was waiting by the clinic door before it even opened. It seemed he got in a fight the night before and had sliced his eyebrow opened. He needed stitches and Y/N scolded him for being so careless and not going to the hospital.

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Modeling and Something More - Imagine

Prompt/Request: Omg so like what if you did a Dylan Sprayberry imagine were the reader is a grungey rebellious model/actress. And Dylan and Her have a photoshoot together,maybe you can add a smut-ish make out session like when they are in there dressing rooms??

A/N: OMG so I wrote this and had so much fun! I didn’t write the smut part though. This is nothing like what I usually write but it was a change. Im so sorry if the kiss scene was awkward since I didn’t know how to write a hot makeout session. The ending is kind of bad but I don’t know.. Anyways this one is kind of long so yeah! Nonetheless, I hope the person who requested this enjoys this anyway and tells me what they think about it. PS: THIS IS THE CLOSEST I HAVE EVER/WILL WRITE TO SMUT. (maybe ;) ALSO, I KNOW THIS ISNT TW BUT ITS DYL SPRAYBERRY AND I PRODUCE WHAT MY READERS WANT :D

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Word Count:  2004

WARNING: HOT MAKEOUT ;)

Originally posted by trettbalbot

Your POV

I made my way towards the studio I was expected to be in 5 minutes for the photoshoot with another male model. Of course I was familiar with who I was going to be working with. Heck, he was a good friend of mine.

My heels tapped against the marble tiles as I walked into the empty and open elevator ahead of me. I pressed the button of the elevator, the button showing a lit up number 6. As the elevators closed and began to move, I went on my phone to check any new updates. Being a model and actress at the same time gets your life pretty busy. Especially if you’re known as the bad girl-rebellious famous person. I check my Instagram and it’s not long until I’m finally on the 6th floor of the building.

The doors open and I’m greeted with the fresh smell of coffee and people working. From where I was standing, I could already see the photographer and makeup artist working today. I think the noise of the elevator attracted the attention of everyone as I stepped out of it. Everyone but my manager, Beth who was already holding her notebook and yelling at everyone.

“Has anyone seen Y/N? She’s supposed to be here in 2 minutes!” She growled, scribbling in the pages of her notebook.

I chuckled silently as I snuck up behind her and tapped her shoulder. “Calm down Beth, I’m here. Relax.”

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First Time for Everything

Summary: Tom surprises you with American football tickets and you become his personal football teacher during the game.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,973

A/N: Prompt #12 | If you didn’t know how much of a sports head I am, this is going to prove it. There’s some American football 101 in here which I honestly enjoyed writing. My favorite thing is probably teaching people about sports because it makes the game much more enjoyable.


You had been dating your boyfriend Tom for a while. You both had met during your study abroad trip to London for the summer. You both instantly clicked for your love of movies and dancing. However, your differences kept it interesting. You preferred to be inside while Tom enjoyed the great outdoors, but then you preferred sporting events and he preferred video games. Distance kept you both apart for the last half of the year, but Tom had planned in August to visit you during winter break in New York City. Little did you know that he had purchased two tickets to watch your favorite American football team play their rival at MetLife Stadium. He had only ever attended football, or soccer, events in London. He enjoyed them very little because he didn’t like the huge crowds and the yelling from the fans. However, he knew how passionate you were about your team and was willing to sacrifice a night of sports for you. He also didn’t mind that you would have to teach him everything there is to know about American football.

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Feeding Frenzy

This was a glorious submission to me from @dumdumdrawstumtums that they gave me as a birthday present. I did not write this but I wish I could take credit. But it is too good not to share. Go shower them with praise. I am merely the host for this as it was a gift. Also I now love the word Bluenette. Expect to see it if it comes up. 


 The trouble with Kirisaki High seemed to come out of nowhere, much like their rise to prominence in the world of high school competitive swimming. The latter phenomenon wasn’t what bothered the swim team of Samezuka Academy - on the contrary, they welcomed healthy competition regardless of how far left-field it arrived from. But, as the boys soon discovered, the rivalry with them was anything but healthy…

        Rin Matsuoka stood before his gathered team, staring down at the clipboard in hand containing the information for his announcement. “Alright guys,” he nearly muttered. He still wasn’t adjusted to his position as team captain, and he certainly didn’t carry the same commanding voice Seijuurou had. “Looks like our next match is against.. ‘Kirisaki High’?” The inflection in his voice matched the expressions on the faces of several of his teammates before him.

        Kazuki Minami was the only one able to speak up when their captain returned their confused looks. “I think they were only established last year, like Iwatobi. Their starting year was pretty lackluster, so they were never even acknowledged by our school.” He ignored the way quite a few of his team members’ chests puffed up in pride by that remark and continued. “It wasn’t until this year that they seemed to get serious. They’ve somehow been curbstomping every team they’re pit against. It’s been a total mystery how they’ve been able to improve so drastically.”

        That ominous information lingered with a heavy silence amongst the boys, until a certain enthusiastic, orange-haired newbie, Momo, broke it. “Then we’ll just put 'em in their place by kicking their butts!” Immediately the mood took a complete 180, another teammate jumping in with a “Yeah, underdogs or not, their winning streak will stop here!” Nitori quipped with an uncharacteristically loud “Yeah!”, and Sousuke, ever the taciturn, merely smirked in agreement. Rin, as their captain, beamed at his team’s unwavering spirit. Nodding in approval, he dismissed their meeting and began a practice that carried a boost in energy.

       That energy carried to the end of training, when Rin decided to take them on a congratulatory outing for food. The full team was in tow as he took them into the heart of the town their academy was nestled in, hunting for a good place to eat for the evening. The entire time browsing was spent with Momo whining about his hunger, Nitori trying to shush him, Toru and Shouta causing mischief, Sousuke (thankfully only once) somehow getting lost from the group, and Rin becoming increasingly certain that 20 years was being shaved off from his lifespan over a team he was now even more convinced he had no business being captain for.

        Right when the redhead was a hair’s-width away from barking at the lot of them that their little field trip was officially cancelled, the group was abruptly intercepted.

        “So, you’re the guys of Samezuka? The ones we’re supposed to beat?”

        Standing before them was another, smaller group, consisting of five guys. Two were quite tall, one nearly six feet with cropped, cream-colored hair, lean muscle, and all the signs of a punk, the other standing about as tall as Sousuke and carrying the same sort of imposing build, with hair a dark green, almost sickly-colored and gathered in a messy bun. Two were at least as tall as Momo, with one of average build and black hair brushed to the side, and the other with a wirey frame and sandy-blond hair parted and styled in a way that would have better suited a 90s American teen. The one standing at the front, and who had spoken to catch the Samezuka team’s attention, carried practically the same height and impressive musculature as Rin himself, but with unruly, slightly wavy hair of a chilling icy blue, which perfectly matched the quality of his smirk.

        Rin instantly despised the lot of them. However, while his frown revealed his contemptuous feelings, he still tried to keep things formal, as much as he was able to muster, anyway. “Something like that. And I take it you’re the team from Kirisaki High?”

        The way they all smiled - no, sneered - confirmed his assumption before the frontman, obviously their captain, responded. “Hey, you’re a sharp one~ My boys and I always like to get a good luck at our competition. You know, before we kick their asses.” The tall one with the cropped hair jumped in with a laugh that would’ve repulsed hyenas. “Yeah, makes the before-and-after of their ass-whoopin’s that much sweeter!” The two shorter ones joined in laughing, the blonde’s nearly shrill, the brunette simply chuckling. The tallest of them seemed more interested in having a stare-down with Sousuke than joining in the jeering.

        The Samezuka captain was doing everything in his power to stop himself from flying into them. It was guys like these that pissed him off the most, and they had the audacity to try to intimidate his team like this?

        Oh, hell no.

        The scowl on Rin’s face suddenly shifted into a grin, a reaction that made his counterpart’s eyes narrow. “Y'know, I couldn’t agree more on a victory like that.” His teammates gave their captain inquisitive glances behind him, before he continued. “So thanks for going out of your way to give us a good look at those mugs of yours. Cuz nothing will be sweeter than seeing those smug expressions wiped clean when we eat you alive.”

        Rin finished off with not so much a smile as he was baring his sharp teeth. It was a display that unnerved the five guys on an almost instinctive level, and the balance between the two groups shifted. The Samezuka boys all stood proud after watching their captain tell these punks off. The Kirisaki gang all scowled, their captain especially. “Just you wait, we’ll see who gets wiped out,” he growled. The two captains glared daggers at one another, until the bluenette turned tail and stormed away, the rest of his team trailing after him.

        The redhead crossed his arms and huffed, seeing off their retreating forms with a steely demeanor… which was immediately ruined when his team began whooping and cheering for him, snapping him out of his guardian mode when Momo wrapped an arm around his neck and Sousuke patted him on the back. The rest of the team swarmed him immediately after, Nitori standing to the side to giggle uncontrollably at the scene. Rin fluctuated between annoyed and barely restrained humor while trying to stay on his own two feet before he was able to calm everyone down.

        “Alright, alright! C'mon, we were looking for a place to eat, right?”

        Reminded of their original purpose before the nasty encounter, the rest of the guys simmered down and a restaurant was found soon after. Unfortunately, it was their captain himself who seemed to have a harder time of simmering. The team, seated at a long table, all had trouble eating while watching their captain tear into his meal with near animalistic ferocity. Sousuke, seated across from his lifelong best friend, was well-acquainted with what he would call Rin’s 'feeding frenzies.’ It always happened when he was ticked off, where he became one hell of an emotional eater. There was no helping it, besides clearing away empty plates and praying he didn’t choke.

        “Mmf.. stupid bastards…” Rin grumbled between mouthfuls. “Who the hell *gulp* do they think they are?” He downed the rest of his glass beverage and stifled a burp just before digging his pointed teeth into a large row of ribs drizzled in sweet bbq (though the others were sure he wasn’t even tasting that), big enough that it took up most of his plate. “Shoulda beat all their asses for pulling that…” In no time flat all the succulent meat had been ripped clean from the bones, leaving them scattered on a plate that was carelessly shoved aside in favor of another filled with more food.

        The Samezuka captain was eating like he swam - at an unwavering, breakneck speed that could set local records if anyone could snap out of their gawking long enough to keep track. The waitress never strayed too far away from their table, given that in under half a minute the redhead would be ordering whatever his eyes laid on next on the menu, and his glass that was constantly needing refilled. And given the ferocity he ate it all with, no one was willing to question his lack of decorum - though they did wonder where he was putting it all.

        That answer was a privilege only for those sitting on either side of him. On his right was Nitori, whose gaze kept darting between the endless food that kept disappearing… and down to where it was all ending up. While others weren’t able to see it, the small teammate was witnessing his senpai’s white shirt beneath his open jacket steadily tightening with the swelling of his abs. It was almost unreal seeing the pace at which his belly was expanding. His already form-fitting shirt was leaving little to the imagination: the curve began just below his pecs, arching outward to a peak where his bellybutton must have been (already sticking out nearly five inches from his muscular body), then sloping back down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, where the button valiantly held on against the strain.

        Rin, of course, was paying no heed to the state of his clothing nor the eyes lingering on him or his growing middle. He simply kept clearing plate after plate, chugging glass after glass, and murmuring swear after curse towards the ones who put him in this mood. The whole affair carried on for nearly an hour, time that barely anyone at the table registered, and probably would have continued to ignore, if it hadn’t been for the climactic finish to their captain’s rampage.

        Rin had just finished his sixteenth plate when he almost mechanically sat back in his seat to await the next serving. But at that point, the pants button that had to this point barely withstood the pressure applied to it, suddenly lost its battle with a loud 'SNAP!’, a startled hiccup from the culprit, and a pained yeowl from Shouta who got beaned square in the forehead by the projectile. No one drew attention to him though, because now with Rin sitting up, everyone had a good view of their captain’s gut that was now free to round out to its fullest. A testament to his gluttony tonight, it bowed outward practically half a foot in an oval shape, lined at the front with the ridges of his stretched - though still clearly defined - abs; a true musclegut. Its owner looked down at it curiously, just now registering the effects all his eating had on his stomach. He ran his hands along the edges of it, appraising its tightness, before he suddenly let loose a loud, ringing belch that rattled the silverware around him.

        Finishing the grandiose proclamation, he sighed and slumped in his chair. “Phew, okay, I think I’m done…” Everyone was stunned, either by the insane capacity of their captain’s appetite, or the underwhelming reaction he had to it. Only Sousuke, who held a raised brow at the scene, looked comparably unperturbed. This was the inevitable conclusion to his frenzy… albeit still an impressive one. “Feel better?” he asked, to which he got a thumbs up from his friend who was otherwise busy contentedly rubbing his belly.

        It took a few moments for everyone to collect themselves enough to begin fishing out money to pay for their meals. While Rin would have resolved to fork over the exorbitant amount to his own lengthy bill, it seemed his team had all come to a silent agreement to join together to cover at least most of the cost - payment for the show, as it was. With that, the Samezuka team departed from the bewildered restaurant, Rin finding support from Sousuke as he carried his food baby back to the dorms.

        It had been a few days since that eventful night, and the weekend was underway. Rin had digested down his meal at a speed almost as alarming as it took to eat it all. If it hadn’t been for the slight lump to his abs showing during practice Friday the next day, his team could have easily mistaken the entire thing as a warped dream. Regardless, he was back to his trim self by Saturday (a fact only Sousuke was privy to), and everything settled into quiet, peaceful tranquility…

        … Which was very, very strange.

        It almost came as a relief that, when it was well into the afternoon, there came a fervid knocking at the two seniors’ door. They answered it to see Nitori standing there looking incredibly worried. Rin and Sousuke looked down at him expectantly.

        “S-sorry, senpais, it’s just… have you heard from Momo at all..?” The two looked at each other. It was weird that they hadn’t seen or heard a peep from the spazztic boy all day. Nitori’s distress only worsened when they shook their heads in response. “He was just going off for another of his weird bug hunts, but he’s always back by the time I finish… my.. r-reading.” The two listeners opted to ignore that as the silver-haired boy hurriedly continued. “Something’s wrong, I just know it!”

        Rin sighed in exasperation and brushed his hair back. “Alright, I’ll text some of the other guys and see if they know anything. I’m sure he just got sidetracked by something. You know how short his attention span is.” Hardly reassured, Nitori lingered while Rin began tapping away at his phone. But with every message he received back, his and even’s Sousuke’s concerns were increasing. Nobody had heard anything from him today. Nitori was on the verge of tears while Rin mulled things over.

        “I guess there’s no helping it. We’ll have to go out and find him,” he decided. Sousuke and Nitori nodded in agreement, and the three headed out. With none of the other students witnessing Momo return from leaving the academy, their only option was to venture into town. The search was a long one, spanning well towards evening, given there were only three of them to fan out, and Sousuke had to stick with Rin so there wouldn’t be two people to search for. Rin kept texting back at the school asking if Momo had come back, but the answer was always negative. Dusk was fast approaching, and they were getting worried that the authorities would have to be involved. Just as that was looking to be the only option when their search through downtown was proving fruitless, something in an alleyway caught Sousuke’s eye: orange hair.

        “Rin, over there,” he nodded in that direction before taking off, his friend following after him. What they saw stunned them both. It was Momo alright, but he was slumped over against the brick wall, looking ragged and lifeless like a discarded doll. There were stains on his clothes - especially his pant legs. Red stains. Rin knelt down, shaking the limp boy’s shoulder. “Momo?! Momo!” To both his and Sousuke’s immense relief, their teammate and friend stirred after a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open, gaze focusing below Rin’s face.

        “Cl… cleavage…?”

        … At least he was conscious enough to process that. Sousuke smirked while Rin resisted the urge to smack him. “Oi. Up here, dumbass,” the senior growled. Recognizing the voice now, Momo’s eyes (or rather, eye, since one was swelled shut) darted up, fully revealing his bloodied and bruised face. “What the hell happened to you?” the older redhead asked, tone shifting from annoyed back to fretful. Momo squinted, as if recalling the memory itself hurt.

        “I was out looking for beetles… when I spotted those jerks from the other day. That.. team from Kirisaki. They were all huddled together in this alley. I… thought I them holding a map. It turned out to be the layout to our school. I listened in on them. They were talking about the pool… I think.. I think they plan on doing something to it tonight.”

        Rin and Sousuke looked at each other. “I’ll tell Nitori to get over here,” Sousuke muttered, and began dialing his number while Rin turned back to Momo. “Then what? They saw you..?” Momo nodded. “Yeah… Dragged me in here and uh.. I.. I think they broke my legs. Then busted my phone so I couldn’t call for help…” His voice broke off then as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears spurred on by the memory, the pain, and his disappointment at what his injuries entailed. “I-I’m sorry, senpai..!”

        “Don’t…” Rin’s teeth were gritted, eyes glossed with tears out of sorrow and a rising fury that burned like an inferno at his core. “Don’t apologize, Momo. You did what you could. And now I’m gonna do my part, and make them pay…” Nitori was rushing onto the scene then, and let out a strangled gasp upon seeing the terrible state his friend was in. While he blubbered over his dormmate, Sousuke, who’d heard most of the exchange, approached Rin when he stood back up.

        “You’re gonna confront them?” Rin nodded, scowl still etched into his face, and Sousuke’s frown deepened in turn. “Then I’ll–”

        “You need to help Nitori take Momo to the hospital.” Sousuke’s eyes widened. “But you need backup if…” Again Rin cut him off. “Kazuki and Takuya are visiting their families, and the rest can’t fight for shit. I’m not risking anyone else getting hurt.” Sousuke glowered at his friend. He wasn’t thinking clearly… At least, that was his belief, until Rin stared him dead in the eye. In those red orbs Sousuke saw an unmistakable spark. “I know our school better than they do. Don’t worry,” the captain spoke evenly, “I’ll handle this.”

        The two continued their stare-off for another moment, the taller of the two still uncertain, but he finally relented. “I’m still coming back as soon as I’m able,” he stubbornly assured, before going over to carefully lift Momo up with Nitori’s aid. The pained gasp that elicited hurt them all. But the sun was setting, and night’s arrival would also usher in the Kirisaki team. Giving his three friends one last look, Rin turned heel and ran back towards the academy…

        It had been well after an hour after that, with night falling and students dutifully staying in their dorm rooms. All except one, of course. Rin had returned to the academy, and was standing guard near the entrance to the pool room. He wore a hoodie, concealing his face from the view of security cameras that were placed here and there throughout building. He had no idea where those bastards planned to enter the school from. But they would show, that much he knew. Tonight was gonna be their only opportunity before the match next week, and they were probably smug enough to think they’d silenced their only witness. Rin’s fists clenched tight. All he could do, would do, was wait.

        Suddenly, voices caught his ear. Faint, but slowly approaching. Narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, Rin was prepared to meet them head-on. That was, until he could make out the words of their captain. “Alright, you know the plan. Osamu, Hosei, go disable the cameras, and be quick about it. Botan, make sure no one catches them. Hideki, you’re with me.”

        Rin’s mind reeled with this new information. They were splitting up, and he knew exactly where each was going. This changed things, and Rin was liking his odds more. Silently slinking away from what was originally intended as the spot for battle, Rin headed off towards the security room.

        Taking the long way zig-zagging through the halls ensured him that he would arrive after the three sent to that room. Sure enough, when he peeked around to the corner to the hallway where the door to the security room was located, he spotted who was assigned guard duty. Rin could see just enough of his face beneath his own black hoodie to identify him as the tall one with the shaved head - Botan, his name must have been. The guy was leaning boredly against the wall beside the door, scuffing his shoe against the floor. The two others must have already been inside. This was Rin’s opportunity.

        He stepped out from around the corner, catching Botan’s attention in the process. The guy jolted up in alarm and turned to face him. “Hey! Who the hell’re you?” To answer his question, Rin raised his head enough for the punk to get a good look as he approached. At first the other’s eyes flared wide, but then his lips peeled back into a wide grin. “Ohh, you. Guess the twerp managed to tattle on us after all. Knew I shoulda broken his jaw while we were at it.” He could see the scowl that triggered from the redhead, and his sadistic cackling only worsened it. With child-like glee he sought to egg the Samezuka captain on further. “Yeah that’s right, we beat the living shit out of him. I had a real fun time stomping on his kneecaps. I dunno what was sweeter, the crunching or the screaming!”

        With an animalistic growl Rin charged toward him, faster than he could have predicted, and landed a punch across his jaw that sent him spinning back with a pained squeal. Regaining his balance, Botan hunched and held his throbbing jaw, before looking back at the one who’d landed the blow. The redhead was standing ready, too enraged to bother with paying him the kindness of words. Now scowling himself, Botan straightened back up and rushed at him, throwing his own punch. But it hit nothing but air, Rin seeing the attack coming by a mile and swerving out of its way and delivering another punch to his solar plexus. Breath knocked out of him, the punk stumbled back again, hood flung back off his head in the process.

        “You’ve never been in a fair fight in your life, have you?” Rin growled. Arms wrapped around his middle and wheezing, Botan gave him a startled look from being called out. Obviously it was true. He’d always beaten up guys clearly weaker than him, or had his buddies to gang up on those who posed a threat. Rin curled his nose in disgust. “You’re a disgusting–”

        “SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!” Rage fueling a recovery even Rin couldn’t predict, Botan wildly swung at him again, intending to knock a few of his freakish teeth out of his maw. This time, his fist did find purchase… inside his opponent’s mouth. A pause settled in the brawl, both fighters startled by what just happened. Not only was Botan’s fist inside the other swimmer’s mouth, it was lodged towards the back of it, with the very end of his wrist peaking out between both rows of shark-like teeth. The intrusion caused the throat to instinctively swallow, enveloping his fist and yanking his arm in further. Immediately Botan pulled, but it did nothing but budge his arm, and trigger another swallow from the shocked redhead.

        “H-hey! What the hell?! Let go ya freak!” The punk put his other hand on his stuck arm and yanked again, only to get the same result of another gulp. Rin himself was stunned. He had another guy’s hand bulging out his throat, with the arm attached to it sinking further into his mouth. It registered to him that his jaw felt funny, as if it was pulled loose. There was an instant where he was worried it was broken, and he tried to work it. However, that made his sharp teeth press down around the other guy’s arm, making him yeowl in pain. At least he knew it still worked…

        “I said let go ya fuckin’ dumbass!!” Botan snarled, and let go of his arm to try to grip at the lower teeth of this bizarre bear trap to try to pry it open. That, and the words spewed at him, only made Rin growl. The noise vibrated the other’s trapped arm, making him try harder out of what could only be explained as primal fear. Without putting much thought into it, Rin quickly stretched his jaw wider, causing Botan’s other hand to slip past the teeth he’d been trying to grip and slide through to join his other arm inside the widened mouth. The salty taste of the punk’s skin, along with the complete shift in aura between them, triggered something in Rin, and he glared at the frozen blonde.

        Somehow, Botan sensed it, too. “L-let go, c-c'mon man, I’ll.. I’ll leave, okay? Never come back! J-just let go already!” Another, deeper swallow was his only response, and he was suddenly up to his elbows inside the seething redhead’s mouth. His useless struggles to pull his arms out only saw to them sinking in faster with a series of gulps, til most of his upper arms were now sliding in past the bared teeth this beast had flashed him and his team on their first encounter. Face ghostly pale, Botan stuttered. “g-g-guys, h-help..” Through the haze, Rin realized he was trying to call for aid. “H-HEL–” Too little too late was Botan’s cry. Rin lurched forward, at the same time stretching his maw as wide as he could will it to go. To his own surprise, he managed to envelop Botan past his head and to his shoulders, successfully muffling his shouts.

        Rin’s jaw and mouth felt painfully stretched, for good reason. He now had the widest part of a whole human inside of it, something he didn’t even want to begin thinking of right now. Fortunately he wouldn’t have to, because his balance was nearly thrown off by Botan’s struggles. The man was now mindlessly thrashing about, legs kicking off the ground body wiggling. Rin immediately grabbed at his sides, securing him somewhat, and pushed his body towards him with another strong swallow. His prey’s head was squeezed down his throat, followed by his shoulders. Uncomfortable with that position, Rin wanted nothing more than to finish already. And so he pushed and swallowed again, drawing the guy in past his chest, his waist fast approaching. The Samezuka captain realized he’d just picked up on another eating rhythm, and allowed it to guide him through the rest of his impromptu meal. Pushing and gulping, Botan’s hips were pulled into Rin’s working mouth. His wildly flailing legs were grabbed, and Rin continued the process. Using his new method, he managed to shovel in the long appendages in quick order, til the twitching shoes (an unpleasant finisher, noted with annoyance), were being sent down his gullet in a series of rapid gulps.

        Airway now clear, Rin was allowed a drawn out gasp as he stood back against one of the walls. The intake of breath was followed by the familiar sound of his pants button bursting off and hitting the opposite wall, but just like last time it went ignored. Panting, he stared only straight ahead while his mind tried to grapple with what just happened. Had he just..? But he couldn’t.. It wasn’t… A jolt from his middle snapped him out of his stupor. Slowly his head lowered, until his eyes settled upon the lump beneath his hoodie. Gulping, he reached for the zipper and pulled it down, until the last teeth were undone and the full view was unveiled. The sight should have been expected, but it still bewildered him. His belly was large - larger than it had been after his visit to the restaurant a couple nights ago. Though, amazingly, not by too much - at least not as much as he could have expected after eating a man whole. It stuck out a few inches shy of a foot from him, making it look as if he was one of those women in the late stages of pregnancy. Except his enlarged belly was still encased in his abs, evident by the lower rows showing under his now ill-fitting shirt.


        Curiously he poked at it. If the hard presence beneath the tightness of his skin didn’t alarm him, the response it caused certainly did. Rin witnessed a faint protrusion beneath his bowed-out abs, and felt the vibrations better than he did hear what could only be muffled shouts coming from his stomach. Botan must have been trying to struggle in there. His gut gurgled, and for a moment Rin was afraid something was about to bust. But instead there came a rush up his throat, and, thinking quickly, Rin put a fist up to his mouth as he released a long, muffled belch. It seemed all that struggling did was displace the air he’d swallowed down with the blonde.

        Now no longer worried about any harm coming to his own body from having someone trapped in there, Rin was free to marvel at his accomplishment. He’d just made a meal out of this punk, leaving himself comfortably full, as if he’d just finished one of what Sousuke called his 'feeding frenzies.’ Recalling that label gave Rin pause, and then he chuckled as he rubbed over his musclegut. “Now that you’re in there, you won’t be bothering anyone else. Don’t get lonely, though. You’ll be reunited with your team real soon.” A couple more bulges stretched out from his spherical belly, which Rin pushed back down with a chuckle. “Settle down in there. Do something worthwhile for once and be a good meal.”

        Patting his belly, Rin stood back up from the wall he’d been relying against. Finding his equilibrium while carrying so much weight in his stomach took a couple seconds - not that it’d get any easier from here. Actually, could he do this again? He now knew it was possible, but that was only through a surprise mishap. Mentally shrugging, he chased away doubts he couldn’t afford right now.

        Opening the door to the security room, Rin stepped through and closed the door. The room was dark and narrow (crowded by shelves and machines) at the entrance, only opening wider towards the back. “Botan? That you?” a voice chirped up uncertainly from the back. Though it was too dark to make anything out besides a silhouette, Rin could tell that it was the shorter blonde from the group with his hood down. Apparently they shared the same disadvantage in sight, because he must have been mistaken for the one now stewing in his stomach. “Osamu disabled the security cameras and deleted their feedback for tonight, so you can tell Kaito we’re good to go. What the hell happened out there?” More than he could have hoped for, any chance of evidence of what had happened was gone. Along with what would happen…

        Rin began walking towards who must have been Hosei. The blonde was squinting to make him out, but didn’t register this person wasn’t who he thought until it was too late. He let out a startled squawk as an arm shot out towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and dragging him in. “Leggo! Osamu!!” He was a lot squirmier than Rin had expected, and it was hard to get a good grip on him. Suddenly a sharp kick landed on the redhead’s knee, causing him to release his hold and buckle downward. Hosei tried to retreat to the back, only to be seized by the leg. Turning, he saw that the the person had managed to grab his ankle. “Fuck off!” he snapped, trying to shake him free without success. That failing, he grabbed hold of one of the bolted down shelves and tried to pull himself free. But Rin kept his grip this time, and grabbed onto the other leg before rising back up.

        Though he shuddered at what this entailed, he brought both pairs of shoe-covered feet towards his mouth, lifting Hosei up from the ground in the process. Rin concentrated as he widened his mouth. At first it dropped only as wide as normal possibilities would allow, but focusing more, he forced his jaw to stretch further, and soon his maw was gaping wide. Looking back at the sight, Hosei’s own mouth dropped in shock as his feet were guided towards the redhead’s mouth. From his position, all he was able to do was grip the shelf tighter and yell for Osamu in a bigger panic. After successfully getting his jaw big enough, Rin knew he had to work quickly. Pointing the tips of the shoes towards him, Rin took a deep breath and lunged forward. The result went as well as he could have hoped: both feet slid down into his throat without much need to swallow - or taste.

        When Osamu, the one with the black hair brushed to the side, finally came around the corner, he was witnessing his teammate held up horizontal in midair… up past his calves down the gullet of who he quickly identified as the Samezuka swim team captain. “The hell..?” he muttered in shock, allowing Rin time to swallow past Hosei’s knees. “Osamu! Get me the fuck out!!” Hosei’s shouts snapped the hacker out of his stupor, and immediately he grabbed out the blonde’s wrists, who in turn did the same.

        A surreal tug-o-war took place, the black-haired Kirisaki boy on one end, Rin on the other, pulling on either end of the blonde. Unfortunately for the Kirisaki teammates, they were at a sore disadvantage when all the Samezuka captain had to do was keep ahold of his end while gulping more of it down, moaning as he felt his gut steadily swelling out. By the time Osamu realized this fact, Hosei was already in up to his armpits. Seeing this had a foregone conclusion, Osamu opted for self-preservation and let go of his teammate… Not that the gesture was reciprocated. Hosei still had a death grip on his wrists.


        “Let go, you idiot!!” Osamu shrieked. Sadly, the blonde was too desperate to do any such thing. Without resistance on the other end, Rin was free to continue swallowing more and more of the guy, until his head was disappearing between those shark-like teeth and progress was rapidly being made up his arms. Osamu struggled to wrench his arms free of his doomed teammate, to no avail. Soon Rin’s mouth was working up past Hosei’s hands, and up the brunette’s own wrists. Despite his own disappearing arms now stretching the redhead’s mouth, there was a clear smirk of triumph visible upon those lips. “Wait, stop, you don’t want to– wait-!!” Whatever the hacker was about to plead, it was cut off when the back of his head was grabbed and shoved into the awaiting maw. From there, Rin was free to repeat the process he’d carried out with Botan. Through a series of shoving and gulping up the shorter form, Osamu’s flailing legs were slurped up in quick succession.

        Rin took a deeper breath as the constricted feet disappeared down past his chest, thankful for his breath-control conditioning. The relief was short-lived, though when he felt the last of his double-linked deposited into his ballooning gut. The overly stuffed captain stumbled back against one of the shelves, groaning and clutching at his painfully stretched belly. Hiccups wracked his body from swallowing down one person immediately after another so quickly. “Oh man… *HIC* I really didn’t *HIC* plan on that happening all at *HIC* once…” He punctuated his complaint with an enormous belch that shook the metal shelves and machines around him. At least that seemed to put an end to his hiccups.

        Looking down at the fruit of his labor, he was again amazed. Shirt now pulled up to his chest, he was treated to the full sight of his belly being more than twice the size it had been. Sticking out obscenely ahead of him, it looked as if he’d somehow swallowed a beachball. If only it’d felt that way, too. Over 400 pounds must have been resting in his stomach! Rin silently thanked all those years of weight training to be able to hold this much without falling over. Not that his stomach was thanking him right now. It gurgled and glorped angrily, and another deep belch found its way out of Rin’s tired mouth. He rubbed over its impressively round surface, trying to soothe it at least somewhat. However, its occupants were more interested in fighting for space rather than help with that.

        “Oooff, c'mon guys, you’re a team, stop fighting…” His belly wobbled as various spots would swell out in faint lumps, thankfully restricted by his clenching abs that still kept their presence at the front of his rounded middle. Rin struggled to stand straight, using the shelf as support while he tried to find his equilibrium. Once he’d managed as well as he’d ever in this state, the engorged Matsuoka boy began waddling back towards the door. “Not much of a team without a captain, though.. I guess…” The sounds his stomach made following that half-hearted comment was a sentiment he more than agreed with.

        Regardless, Rin exited the security room, belly leading the way ahead of him as he all but waddled down the hall, trying to stifle the occasional burp or hiccup. Only that bastard ringleader and his cohort Hideki were left, and there was only one possible place they could have been intending to go: the whole target to their break-in. And so, as he headed back towards the place he originally guarded over tonight, 'full circle’ became a term not just to describe his belly.

        Rin summoned as much control over his ridiculously bloated state as he was able to silently creep through the double doors to the Samezuka pool. Thankfully his stomach stayed quiet during this endeavor, as if sensing too the importance of stealth now more than ever. Just ahead he saw him: the captain of the Kirisaki team, unmistakable by his icy blue hair. The captain stood with his back to the doors, facing down at the pool with arms crossed and snickering to himself. “That damn Matsuoka, I told him we’d see who got wiped out. He’ll know it when he and the rest of his dipshit team are too sick to perform after swimming in these waters tomorrow. Once Hideki gets back–”

        His monologue was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Expecting it to be his trusty handyman Hideki, he was in for a rude surprise when he turned to see a fist flying right at him. Getting socked square in the face, the bluenette stumbled back, but regained his footing before he could fall back into the pool. Wiping his nose showed to him a smear of blood, making the captain scowl and glare at whoever delivered the suckerpunch. What he saw was the aforementioned Samezuka captain, though with a stark difference to their first encounter.

        “Matsuoka?! The hell happened to you? Hit the buffet one too many times, fatass?” he taunted with a bitter sneer, gesturing to the huge belly the rival captain sported. Rin’s response was accompanied by a familiar smirk. “Something like that. And now I’ve come for the second course.” Again an unplaceable feeling of dread fell over the blue-haired young man, the same exact kind that plagued him at the conclusion to their first meeting. He didn’t like it one bit. “Yeah? Well I’m cooking something up for your precious team, but you? I’ll give you the same 'serving’ that reduced that firecrotch brat to a sobbing little bitch.” Now Rin was the one glowering, and the Kirisaki captain chuckled while assuming a fighting stance.

        “So here comes your 'second course!’” he roared while charging. Rin tried to ready himself for the oncoming attack, but given his engorged state he knew he was at a serious disadvantage. He’d hoped to knock this guy out with that one punch, but he must have been tougher than he looked. And quicker. The Samezuka captain did his best to prepare for what looked to be a running punch, but at the last second the Kirisaki captain stopped and swerved left, delivering a two-hit combo to his face as retribution for the bloodied nose. Rin stopped himself from reeling back, instead returning a swing at his opponent, but it missed when the bluenette quickly ducked to dodge it.

        “You picked the wrong guy to fuck with, Matsuoka!” Seeing his opening, the Kirisaki captain delivered a hard punch right into the mega roid gut in front of him. “Hurk-!!” The sickening sound followed after the punch as Rin stumbled back and doubled over, clutching at his belly while he suffered under the wave of nausea. A large lump travelled up his throat, and the blue-haired sadist stood back, smirking, waiting for his opponent to upchuck. Something did come up… just not anything anyone could have predicted. A hand poked out of the redhead’s mouth, one attached to its arm that was creating a bulge in the Matsuoka boy’s throat, and was now writhing around desperately. The Kirisaki captain blanched at the horrifying sight, the white shade on his face only worsening when he heard muffled protests from the jostling gut he’d just hit.

        Driven by a need for vengeance, Rin seized the shell-shocked state his opponent was in, and put all his energy into an uppercut that connected with the other’s chin, sending him toppling back against one of the pool seats. Huffing through his nose, Rin straightened back up and approached the barely-conscious bluenette. The defeated captain fought through his disorientation to see his rival closing in on him, and, once he stopped, pushing the hand back into his mouth. With an audible gulp, the appendage was sent back down into the depths of his stomach. The Kirisaki captain stared at the belly in front of him in horror.

        “Kaito, right?” Rin said. “Well get a good look, Kaito, because that’s your team in there. See?” Rin thrust his belly forward, squishing Kaito’s face against it and the wall behind him. Pressed so tight against the offending ball of flesh, he could clearly hear the voices of the other guys behind the tight skin, proving the shark-toothed freak was telling the truth. The pressure was relieved when Rin backed up, only to grab Kaito and lift him up by the collar of his hoodie. A wicked, toothy grin flashed so close in front of the whimpering bluenette.

        “You said we’d see who got wiped out, right? But do you remember what I said?” The beaten punk was, of course, too terrified to respond.

        “I said I’d eat. You. Alive.”

        The last thing the Kirisaki captain saw was the two rows of sharp teeth parting wide, strings of drool glistening between them, pink tongue twitching with eagerness, as the cavernous maw slowly descended down upon him, covering everything in humid darkness.

        Kaito didn’t start struggling until he was well past his shoulders, but it by then it was far too late. For his part, Rin completely ignored any feeling of nausea of fullness he’d had prior to shoving the leader of these bastards into his mouth. Regardless of how big his belly was, he couldn’t help but completely indulge in devouring the captain of such a repulsive team. Part of him wanted to take his sweet time swallowing him down, but more than anything he wanted the man trapped completely in his stomach, and that drove him to make quick work of the squirming form sinking down his throat. And so within a minute he had the last of Kaito sliding down his throat with a victorious gulp.

        Making good on his word, he’d eaten up the captain, leaving his gut to swell out to even more obscene proportions. Crashing down into the reclining pool chair, which miraculously did not break from under the weight, he watched with no small satisfaction as his gut wobbled before him, resting well over his lap. Four young men were all crammed inside his enormous belly, and Rin was exhausted from sending them all into it. “I did it,” he drawled. “All you Kirisaki bastards, in my belly…” He patted the mound, and was just allowing his food coma to settle in, when…

        “Kaito, I got the formula ready–” The tall, muscular Kirisaki member with the green hair had returned to the pool, holding a vial in hand. His sentence was cut short, of course, when he saw the Samezuka team captain reclined back in a chair, bearing an incredibly huge gut that was just barely moving on its own. He gave the captain a bewildered look, who in turn offered him a nervous smile.

        “Uh.. hi..?” That was all Rin could offer, because immediately after that came a loud churning sound from within the depths of the ab-layered mound. He winced clutched at the sides of his belly, but his groan was cut short when an epic belch belted out of his widened mouth, echoing out throughout the room. And, as cruel fate would have it, that wasn’t the only thing that came out of his mouth. A slimy shoe came flying out of it, bouncing off his gut before landing with a wet plop on the tiled floor in front of his chair.

        Hideki looked at the footwear, the encroaching look of horrified realization indicating that he was able to identify it as his captain’s shoe. Apparently just because he was brawny did not dictate he lacked brains, because he was connecting the dots quickly enough to shift his gaze back at the Samezuka captain with killer intent. Rin swore under his breath. He was trapped under his own cumbersome belly; a total sitting (and plump) duck. But just as he was preparing himself for whatever the looming goliath had planned for him, there came a tapping upon the green-haired young man’s shoulder from behind him. Turning, he was met with a suckerpunch that, unlike Rin’s, was more than enough to knock him out. Spinning once, and losing his grip on the vial of formula, Hideki crashed to the ground, unconscious. The vial was caught mid air by the one who’d decked him.

        “Sousuke?!” Rin gasped in a mix of surprise and relief. Sousuke was even more surprised seeing Rin with a belly quadruple the size he’d ever seen at its biggest. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, especially when he detected faint lumps protruding around its surface. “Rin, what..?” Finally peeling his eyes off the thing to survey the scene, he spotted a shoe covered in what must have been saliva. And given that there seemed to be only one Kirisaki team member left…

        Now Rin was giving him a nervous smile. “Well… I said I’d take care of them, didn’t I..?” Sousuke could barely wrap his mind around what should have been totally impossible, but somehow, he managed. Having a few dark fantasies here and there over the years probably aided him there. “I guess you did.” Setting the vial down on a round table next to the captain’s seat, Sousuke knelt down and hoisted up the limp body of Hideki. “But looks like you missed one.”

        At first Rin raised a brow, but when he caught on to what his best friend was leading to, he paled. “Wait, Sousuke, no. I’m already too full as it is! You can’t honestly expect me to–” “I do,” Sousuke interrupted with a smile. “Come on, Rin. Since when did you ever leave anything on your plate?”

        Rin gulped. He knew Sousuke had a point, especially considering they couldn’t exactly leave this guy as a witness to what had transpired tonight. But… He looked at his belly, already blocking half the view in front of him. He was already stuffed way past what he could ever imagine would be his capacity. Looking between the unconscious form that was practically Sousuke’s imposing size and his own gut again, he weighed his options.

        Finally he sighed, relenting. “Okay, fine. Bring him here…”

        Sousuke practically beamed as he dragged the body over. Hoisting it from under the arms up to his friend, Sousuke smiled down at him. “Open wide, Rin.” Rin shivered, dreading what was about to happen, but he obeyed. Stretching his jaws impossibly wide again, he allowed Sousuke to guide Hideki’s head into his mouth, and from there to begin shoving his body down his gullet. Sousuke, for his part, was amazed by the sight, but he knew he’d be even more appreciative once this was over. He lifted the rival team member up by the waist while Rin took over under the hanging arms. From there, it was only a matter of guiding the large body as Rin pulled and gulped it down.

        Halfway through the poor captain paused and moaned miserably over his mouthful. “You’re not giving up, are you?” Sousuke teased, knowing exactly what button to press on his competitive friend. Sure enough, he received a glower from the redhead (which looked rather humorous with half a body sticking out of his mouth) before even more forceful gulps picked up the pace. Sousuke was almost surprised when he was letting go of the pair of feet that he watched get sent down the working muscles of Rin’s throat within his open mouth. The bulge traveled as a final lump past his neck, past his muscular chest, and deposited with a final 'glorck’ into his stomach.

        And what a stomach it was. With the addition of easily the largest Kirisaki teammate, Rin’s belly swelled out to even larger proportions, leaving it a massive ball that reached past his knees from his lying position. Poor Rin was left groaning miserably, every intake of breath tightening his positively humongous gut even more. Waves of cramps and indigestion wracked his prone body, announced with angry grumbles that reverberated throughout the room. His abs, each row stretched wide, were only barely present on the glistening skin of his spherical middle. His legs splayed out, showing that his pants were dragged far lower towards his crotch than what could be considered decent. His shirt had no hope of covering anything more than the topmost part of the wide expanse, and that was if he bothered to pull down on the clothing. Not that the pitiable glutton was feeling up to doing anything more moaning and complaining.

        “Ooohh.. too much…” he slurred, throat tired from all the work it was put through. “Way, way too much…” A small, sick burp escaped him. He was stuffed too taut to even burp properly, and the rare, short hiccup made him wince and groan in pain further. “I never wanna eat again…” His belly, strained absurdly as it was, let out a rumbling gurgle in agreement.

        Sousuke, however, was the only one in absolute euphoria. He didn’t even bother to hide his enthusiasm as he (not even having to kneel!) placed his hands upon the crest of his best friend’s belly hill. He began rubbing it almost reverently, which earned a moan of a different nature from his incredibly stuffed captain. “I think this is your most impressive feeding frenzy yet, Rin,” he teased. The only response he got was a heavy hiccup which jostled the great dome. There were no more struggle bulges to be found, which must have meant that Rin’s stomach was packed so full that there was no space left to even squirm for the ill-fated Kirisaki team.

        Though it pained him to do so, Sousuke ceased his rubbing, at least for the moment. He gave the apex of the globular gut a very light pat, although even that was enough to make the whole thing quiver with a sickly grumble and elicit another groan from its owner. “You’ll have to bask in your victory back at our dorm room. I don’t think staying here would be a very good idea.”

        Rin didn’t want to think about moving, let alone getting up. But he knew that, once again, Sousuke was right. Rather than say anything, he weakly held his arms towards his friend. Sousuke rolled his eyes, but grabbed hold and, with a mighty heave, began pulling Rin up. It took tremendous effort on his part, and he briefly considered just rolling the captain back to the dorms. The entire ordeal was accompanied by distressed noises coming from the enormous belly that wobbled and clenched throughout their efforts. But, finally, Rin had been pulled to his feet. He leaned heavily against his taller friend to avoid being dragged down by his gut, which stuck out far ahead of him, itself held up by the continued resilience of the muscles in his body. It did, however, sway to and fro as the two headed off towards the dorms, thankful that it was late enough to be in the lights-out hours of the night.

        The mattress of Rin’s bunk had to be placed on the floor for obvious reasons, which Rin himself was too quickly slipping into a massive food coma to offer any complaints over. Sousuke texted Nitori, asking him to sneak into the pool facility to pick up a shoe and vial and carefully dispose of both, and to not ask questions. Momo, meanwhile, was enjoying the heaven-sent blessing of Gou showing up to his hospital room to shower him with care and (thankfully only purchased) treats. With Rin mysteriously out of commission, he was free to indulge in her affection the entire time. Rin himself was kept within his dorm room for several days, no visits being permitted by Sousuke, who both was the only one to tend to him, and temporarily take up the position of captain while Rin himself digested down his incredible meal. Not that this was too much a concern for the Samezuka team that week.

        The match against Kirisaki had, after all, been cancelled.


And this is pretty much how I feel about this after reading it. This is amazing and I love. My best friend is the best for going through this much effort. Thanks again @dumdumdrawstumtums

Dancing On My Own

Inspired by the song Dancing On My Own by Robyn -HERE is a super rad cover you can listen to while reading! Enjoy!

Summary- The reader has had a long lasting crush on Steve but has never told him, so when Steve and Sharon begin to date it absolutely breaks her heart. That is until someone else comes into the picture.

Pairing- Bucky x Reader 

Words- 2.5k

Warning- swearing but it’s totally fluffy.

PART 2 - PART 3

Originally posted by natpekis

If there was one thing I absolutely hated, it was Tony’s parties. I never used to hate them, but that was before, then Steve started dating Sharon. He was my best friend, ever since I had joined the Avengers. We did everything together; went on missions, trained, hung out, movie nights, stayed up late and just talked, absolutely everything. The one thing I regret was never telling him how I felt about him, the only one who really ever knew was Natasha and Wanda. They always would drop hints to Steve when I wasn’t around, but he never picked up on them, he was honestly the only one in the tower who couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t really surprise me when Steve started dating someone else, but seeing them together at Avengers events was painful, I couldn’t run. I was stuck there watching them be happy and in love. Something I would never have with him.

I looked down the hallway checking if the coast was clear to make my way to the kitchen. I had hidden in my room most of the day trying my hardest to avoid getting roped into tonight’s festivities. My hair was messily tied up on the top of my head while my favorite sweatshirt, the one Steve gave me that I had never returned covered me almost reaching to my knees. I felt my phone vibrate in the front pocket.

Nat: Are you up yet? I haven’t seen you all day, you better start getting ready the party is in a few hours.

(Y/N): I’m not sure if I am going to go. Sorta feeling a little under the weather. /:

Nat: Oh come on, I know the real reason why you don’t want to go. We will have fun I promise! We can get ready together!

I was so busy checking my phone and making a cup of coffee I almost didn’t realize someone else was in the kitchen until I practically ran into them. The tall solid frame, instantly I knew I was going to dread looking up, it was Steve.

“Hey (Y/N), I almost didn’t see you there.” I instantly felt crushed by his words, wanting to disappear completely. “Are you coming to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Uh.. I don’t know yet. I haven’t been feeling too well today.” I crossed my arms as if I was trying to shield myself from any more pain Steve unknowingly was dishing out.

“Well, you should definitely come. Sharon will be there, it will be fun.” He looked hopeful as if that would somehow change my mind.

Well, it didn’t work, I could feel myself melting into a puddle around my feet. I quickly put on a fake smile. “I’ll think about it.”

He gave me a quick hug before he left, leaving me feeling empty again. My hand vibrated when I looked down at my phone.

Nat: Now you HAVE to come, show Steve what he is missing. Also, you look like a train wreck I’ll be in your room in 20 to help you get ready.

(Y/N): YOU REALLY NEED TO STOP WATCHING ME ON THE SECURITY CAMS!!! IT’S HELLA CREEPY!!!

Nat: SHUT UP! I JUST CARE!!!

(Y/N): Next time care a little less.

Nat: I’m outside your door, let me in. :P

(Y/N): I hate you.

Nat: I know you mean love. :*

Nat spent the last hour and a half poking and prodding at me until she was satisfied. She had just finished curling my hair when she tousled it and lightly gave it a once over with hairspray. She looked back taking in her masterpiece.

“I would have to say this is some of my best work.” She grinned slyly at me when she turned me around in the mirror.

My makeup was soft, but flawless emphasizing the color of my eyes. My hair appeared to effortlessly fall down my back in gentle curls. Natasha was right, I looked good there was no denying it. When I had turned back around she had pulled out a dress I had in the back of my closet. It was the black dress that Tony had bought me for Christmas last year that still had the tags on it. It was a gorgeous dress, mid-length, with lace sleeves that continued to the neckline. I just had never felt confident enough to wear it.

“I don’t know Nat, that dress isn’t really my style.” I rubbed my left arm cautiously.

“Just put it on, and stop being ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes at me jokingly.

I did as I was told, sliding the dress on over my head as Natasha zipped me in. Surprisingly it fit perfectly, despite having never had tried it on. Nat gave me a quick look over and her eyebrows raised as she spun me around to face the mirror again. The dress was stunning, flattering in all the right places. Showing enough skin, but leaving people wanting more.

“You look drop dead gorgeous. If you tell me you’re not going now I might have to kill you and drag your corpse along because you need to be seen like this. Dead or alive.” Nat was joking but something told me she was slightly serious.

“Well since you basically just threatened me, I guess I can’t back out now.” I nervously laughed.


The night continued on, Nat dragged me to the party. She and Wanda stayed with me for a few hours before I lost them out on the dance floor. Wanda was trying to teach Vision how to dance which was absolutely adorable. While Nat was currently drunk and hanging all over Bruce, who was sober and trying to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. So I made my way to the bar ordering another whiskey when out of the corner on my eye I saw them, Steve and Sharon they were kissing in the middle of the dance floor. My heart immediately sunk to the floor, I ordered a few shots along with my drink. I did not want to remember this night. I was finishing my last shot when a deep raspy voice emerged behind me.

“Two whiskeys, one for myself and another for the lovely lady. She looks like she could use it.”

I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Bucky. He, like me usually tried to avoid Tony’s parties at all costs, for different reasons of course but we still both hated them.

“Hey Buck, I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.” I thanked him quickly before downing the glass of whiskey just bought for me.

“Yeah, Steve dragged me. Thought it would be good for me to socialize with people. I honestly will probably have a few drinks and go to bed.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I get that, Natasha forced me out and now she’s plastered and hanging all over Banner who is being a trooper right now and watching her for me. I will probably go to bed soon too.” I gave him a small smile.

“Well Doll, for someone who doesn’t want to be here you look beautiful tonight.” He talked softly and I watched as red slowly washed over his face.

“Thanks, Barnes. Nat did most of it I just sat back and let her do her thing. She enjoys dressing me up like her own personal Barbie.”  I gave a quick laugh.

“I’m surprised that none of the guys here have asked you to dance yet.” He looked around the room at all of the people Tony had invited, a decent amount being fairly attractive guys. Buck turned back to me with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, most men find me unapproachable. Nat tells me I have a resting bitch face that is off-putting to members of the opposite sex, mixed with my bad attitude it’s basically like having men repellent. Honestly, I really have no interest in most of the guys Tony invites to these parties anyway.”  I found my eyes wandering back over to the dance floor where they found Sharon and Steve once more. His strong arms were wrapped around her both laughing at something she probably said, my face unknowingly fell into a furrowed frown.

Bucky quickly noticed my change in mood and when I looked back to him he looked concerned. I gave him a fake but quick smile which eased him slightly.

“(Y/N), since neither of us is having very much fun how about we get out of here? I know a great place it’s just around the block.”

“Sure Buck, it sounds fun.” He took my hand and he led me out of the party. I gave a quick nod to Wanda letting her know I was okay, she gave me a quick thumbs up in return as I rolled my eyes.

We made our way down the street, walking about maybe five minutes before he stopped us in front of an old diner. The outside was a faded white with rusting metal trim, black letters swept across the front of the building. The place looked like it walked right out of the 40’s. Bucky held the door and I slid in, the place was lined with old red booths and steel tables, with a counter top running right through the middle. A sign up front said seat yourself and Bucky motioned for me to choose a spot, I picked one near the corner which had an old jukebox placed that looked like it hadn’t been played in years. We sat down across from each other, he watched as I took in my surroundings.

“I come here when I get stressed out or homesick, this place reminds me of how things used to be. I used to go to a diner with Steve very similar to this when we were younger, we had a lot of great memories there.” He looked around fondly at the diner and then his eyes darted to his hands which he were fumbling around on the table.

“Have you ever brought Steve here?” I felt stupid for asking, of course he probably had they were best friends.

“I actually I have never brought anyone here before. This place is special to me, it’s kind of my escape.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks turning them a nice pink color. I can’t believe out of all people he would choose to bring me here over Steve, his best friend. My mind was racing in a million different ways before a waitress came to take our order. She was an older lady, maybe in her late 50’s she smiled when she approached us.

She looked to Bucky when she talked, “Hello dear, what can I get you? The usual?” It was now obvious that Bucky came here a lot.

“Make that two if you could Linda.” He smiled just as wide back at her.

“Of course sweetheart.” She have him a pat on the shoulder and looked at me and gave me a wink before walking off to put in our order.

“They have the best burgers and shakes in town, I hope you don’t mind I ordered for us.”

“Not at all Buck, that sounds amazing right about now.”

The waitress came back with our milkshakes and we spent the entire night talking. I had honestly never seen this side of Bucky before, he was always so reserved at the tower and tried not to get in anyone’s way. This was the first time we were really alone together, a downfall of living in the tower is that everyone is almost always around. But tonight he looked like he was really having fun, he laughed at my stupid jokes, and even tried to out do me by whipping out some terrible dad jokes.

“What do you call a fake noodle?”

I chuckled “I don’t know Bucky, what?”

“AN IMPASTA!” this caused us to burst out laughing which echoed through the entire restaurant, which was now completely empty.

I looked around, “Shit, this place cleared out fast.”

He looked at his watch and laughed, “(Y/N), we have been here for almost three hours.”  

“Oh, maybe we should head home.” I got up ready to leave.

“Wait, I wanted to do this earlier.” He went over to the jukebox and pulled a few quarters from his pocket before putting them into the machine. He hit a few buttons before and old Eagles song started to play. “Can I have this dance?” he held out a hand.

I looked behind him to see Linda, our waitress with a huge smile on her face before she walked into the kitchen. I took his hand and he spun me around the empty diner moving in time with the music. All memories from earlier in the night faded away as I lay my head on his shoulder, I could hear him singing along with the song. In that moment I didn’t want to be anywhere else than right here with him.

We danced for a few more songs before Bucky took up the bill to the register and paid. I tried to pay for my half but he insisted that tonight was on him.

“Thanks for everything tonight Linda, I’ll see you Monday morning for breakfast.”

“Of course sweetie, you kids have fun.”  She handed him back his change but he shook his head telling her that the rest was hers. “Thanks darlin’ now make sure you get this sweet young lady home safely, I don’t wanna hear that you didn’t next time you bring her. Which you better bring her back, I think she’s a keeper.”

“I think so too.” He looked over at me and laughed when I scrunched up my face at the compliment. I took his arm as we walked out the door.

The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks before I knew it my teeth were chattering. Bucky slipped off his leather jacket and slid it around my shoulders as we walked home. He walked me to my door in the tower wanting to make sure I got home safely just like Linda had requested.

“I had fun tonight. We should do it again.” He looked down the tip of his nose at me.

“Definitely.” Bucky kissed my forehead and then I snuck inside my room.

Before I could even wrap my head around what had happened my phone vibrated.

Nat: OMG YOU AND BUCKY!?!?! YES YES YES I TOTALLY SHIP IT!

(Y/N): I literally hate you. Tomorrow I’m telling Tony to turn off all the cameras on my floor. -_-


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The Color Of Your Smile

Sirius/Remus

Summary: After a particularly bad detention Sirius finds himself in Remus’ bed in search for some comfort. Problem is, Remus is busy studying. This just won’t do.

A/N: Based on this prompt. I hope you like it!

Words: 1 171

Sirius had always used colors to describe seasons. For example; winter was white and silver. White, for the thick snowflakes blurring his vision and ruining his hair. For the icy ground that he had to skate over for several months. For the early morning sun’s reflection that almost blinded him.

Silver, for the glittering windows and pavements that made him feel good inside. For the countless decorations once Christmas came around. For the shimmering shadows in the afternoons.

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Speaking as someone with mostly casual knowledge of the TF fandom, what WAS BotCon 96 like?

Hooooooooo doggies. This will not be short. This will be a multi-screen read. In fact, to spare folks’ dashes, I’ll put in a “Read More”. But anyone who has even a passing interest in How Not To Run A Convention, please read on.

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Can't Help

Chapter 1

Or in which Michael is late for class, baby Clifford spills glitter in his bag, and the professor is a complete dick.

2,018 words

August 30, 2014

Poke.
“Daddy?”
Poke Poke.
“Daaadddyyyy.” Adelaide streched out the name, poking Michael’s cheek as he snoozed away in the queen sized bed they shared, the TV on the other side of the room playing Spongebob. The time on the stove read 8:30, and Michael’s alarm on his crappy flip phone had gone off about 3 times since it’s initial time of 8:15.

“Daddy, you need to get up.” The 5 year old whispered, leaning closer to his ear and cupping her hands around it. “You have to help me get ready for school.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered open, his pale green ones meeting her hazel ones. “Five more minutes, Ad.” He mumbled, yawning and rolling over.

“But Daddy,” she poked his back this time, “Hayley’s gonna be here in 10 minutes to take me.”

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You were working at your after school job at the local flower shop down the street from the video game store where BestFriend!Michael, worked. Ever since you were little it was always Y/N and Michael, Michael and Y/N.

You two were inseparable, you guys talked about everything and anything.  He was even your first kiss, granted it was Calum who dared you two to do it but Michael made sure you were comfortable with it and kissed you. It was a terrible kiss, and oh was it awkward. Anyways back to the flower shop, you were unpacking some boxes when you heard the chime of the door go off and someone scream,

“Ohh sunny, your moon has arrived”

It was Michael. He always said something different when he came to help you out; Sometimes it was a tacky pick up line like that one he said the other day, “If a fat man puts you in a bag at night, don’t worry I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.” Yeah, you hoped he actually didn’t use that on girls because they’d run away, fast. Nevertheless each weird greeting always seemed to put a smile on your face. Mara, your boss, who was a little old lady, always appreciated when Michael was there to help because not only would be help with carrying boxes and checking people out at the register but you always seemed to be a lot happier with him around.  

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work now dear?”

Mara asked poking her head out of the little office with a stern look oh her face.

“Yeah about that, I told that dick of a manager John, that my mum lost our cat and I had to go look for him because he’s very old and if he’s out for too long he’ll die.” he replied walking over to you, hugging you from behind, and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Oh dear, Michael honey, you can’t keep lying like that. I won’t tell him you lied but you have to help me a little alright?” She said after throwing an apron at him.

“Thanks Mars, you’re the best.” Michael yelled as he ran to go take out the trash.

“You and Michael make a cute couple” Mara remarked

“We’re just friends Mars, and besides I think he likes someone else” you replied before Michael came running back inside

“Was Johnny outside?” Mara asked because Michael never ran, and by never, it really was never

“No, Kelly” he panted

“I never liked the slut.“

“MARA!!” You yelled in shock

“I’m just being honest honey, Michael’s too good for her.” she replied before going into the back

“Well anyways, I can only help for an hour or so because I gotta get ready” he said walking back over to you

“Get ready for what? It’s Friday Mikey, which means pizza and binge watching Breaking Bad tonight.” You replied looking straight at him

“It’s nothing big I promise. We’ll still have movie night I swear. I just gotta do something. But I need your help” He made that stupid puppy dog face

“Fine, what do you need?” You replied going back to unpacking some flowers

“So you’re a girl-”

“Woah really? I had no idea!!”

“Oh shut up just, hmph so you’re a girl right” he stated as you rolled your eyes “What kind of flowers do girls like?” he quickly stuttered out

“Why?” You asked

“I don’t know. You’re a girl don’t you guys have some weird like telepathy or something??”

“That’s not how being a girl works stupid.” you laughed facing him after you finished unpacking the boxes.

“Well theres this girl I really like and I wanna get her some flowers since she seems to like them. At least I think.”

“How do you know she likes them?” You sulked a bit before replying

“I don’t know. I just need help please” he begged, you’ve never seen him like this before, so flustered over a girl.

“Well I like gerbera daisies”

“Well then I’d like 50 daisies.” he stated

“They’re pretty pricey Mikey… like $4 each..” you lead him towards the daisies

“Dear you can give him a discount, if he wants 50 then they’re each 50% off.” Mara yelled from her office

“It’s still really expensive Mikey, are you sure this girl is worth it?” you asked letting him choose the colors he wanted

“She’s worth it. In fact she’s worth a lot more than that. What kind of chocolate do girls like?”

“Mikey! No, if she’s really is worth it then she won’t need all this stuff. Just you.” You felt a little jealous over this girl Michael was so hung up over but you didn’t want him to spend all this money over a girl who wouldn’t love him as much as you. Yeah, it happened. You fell for your best friend. How cliche is that?

“I guess you’re right pumpkin. I gotta go after this, Ash will pick you up and bring you to mine after work alright?” he quickly said before kissing you on the cheek and rushing out the door almost dropping all the flowers he had just bought onto the floor.

“You guys would make a very cute couple.” said Mara

“We’re just friends Mars, and he just spent $100 on flowers for another girl it’s never gonna happen.” You replied going to sweep up the back of the shop.

Before you knew it, it was 2 hours later and you were finished with work. Mara talked to you a lot today about love and you were even more confused than before. Should you tell Michael how you feel? What about that other girl? Why’d he rush off so fast? And finally, where the hell is Ashton? 20 minutes later there he was with Luke and Calum smashed in the back seat of the car arguing about who got to pick the next song, if it was up to you, you would have just blasted an all time low song until they just shut up. But alas, the boys argued all the way to your house and the whole time you were gathering stuff for yours and Michaels, “bonding time” as he called it. Really, it was a sleepover but apparently only girls have sleepovers.

When you got to Michael’s house it was extremely dark inside, which was weird because you know, it’s not like Michaels totally not afraid of the dark or anything, No.. thats extremely untrue..

“Mikey?” You yelled into the house before stumbling upon a note,

‘Come around back muffin’

This was weird. Not the nicknames because well, you and Michael had always acted like a couple but never kissed or anything. People always thought that you guys were a couple and even when he had a girlfriend he acted the same around you. Except for Kelly, Michael’s ex who gave him an ultimatum, it was her or you, obviously he chose you and Kelly proceeded to cheat on him because she believed You and Michael were sleeping together behind her back. Michael was never really the same after that. You were so thankful that he chose you instead of her but he had gone into a bad state after he found out what happened. He didn’t want to get up -which wouldn’t usually be strange- but the weird thing was even when Luke and Calum said they were going to break all of his CDs if he didn’t get up, he made no attempt to move, they knew something was wrong. They called you straight away, it didn’t matter that if you left school that moment you’d miss 3 tests, your best friend needed you and damn it you were going to be there for him. When you got to his house you immediately knew something was off, it was quiet, the floor was clean and there were no pizza boxes anywhere. You quickly ran into Michaels room and your heart broke, there he was, your best friend, laying under a pile of blankets with 3 boys trying to make him feel better.

“(Y/N)?” Michael croaked when he heard his door open

“Hey, oh Mikey are you alright?” you knew he wasn’t but you didn’t know what to say; he had just found out that the girl he loved cheated on him.

“No” he sobbed which broke you even more. Immediately you crawled under the blankets and spooned him. It didn’t matter that he was a tall, lanky, teenager, he was going to be comforted by his best friend no matter what. That night you realized something, you had fallen for him and there was no turning back.

“Michael Gordon Clifford if you scare me I am going to punch you I swear…” you said as you walked through the house towards the yard. When you got to the yard you saw lights and candles everywhere, there were the daisies, lining a path which you followed towards the pool. You looked to your right and there he was in a button up, his black skinny jeans, and converse holding a spray painted gold daisy.

“What’d you do to the flower?” you asked

“Sweetums, you look beautiful.” he said ignoring you and taking your hand as you blushed and glanced down to what you were wearing, his jack daniels shirt (which was basically yours), black leggings, and some raggedy old black converse.

“What are you doing Mikey?” you were still blushing as he tilted your chin up and looked into your eyes

“Darling, I’ve known you forever and as tacky and cliche as it sounds I fell for you, and oh did i fall hard. I don’t know what’d I do without you; you’re so caring and so helpful and you dropped everything to help me when I was down. I not only want to be there for you when you’re down but I want to be there to make you smile and make you laugh. You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I drift off to sleep. What I’m trying to say is that I want to be able to show you off in public, I want to be able to hug you and kiss you in public. Go out with me kitten, be my girlfriend so I can be the luckiest man on earth, so what do you say? Will you give me a chance and be mine?” He was staring right into your eyes and you were speechless

“HOLY FUCK SAY SOMETHING (Y/N)!” Luke screamed

“WAY TO RUIN THE MOMENT MORON!” Calum said as he kicked Luke

“Guys shut up!” Ashton yelled as he shoved both of them and quietly apologized for the outburst of the two idiots.

“Mikey you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that, of course i’ll go out with you.”

“I love you so much princess.” he said pulling you into a kiss, which by the way was a lot better than your guys’ first one

“I love you more” you said after pulling apart and resting your forehead on his

“Not possible.” he said pecking your lips one more time

“Awwww”

“SHUT UP ASHTON!” you heard Calum yell and then a smack

(A/N: This is reposted old writing that i have not edited in a year. jfc its long) 

You're Nothing But A Jerk, Sam Wilkinson Imagine Series PART THREE

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I spent a good 20 minutes in the bathroom just straight sobbing and beating myself up over falling for this. For him. I was interrupted when I heard someone call out to me, “Andrea? Is that you?” “Andrea, it’s me.” I recognized the voice as my best friend Hayley. I open up the stall I was currently in and slowly poke my body out. “Oh Andr what happened? Who happened?” She takes me to the sink and wets a paper towel and blots my eyes as I calm myself to tell her everything. I sit myself up on one of the sinks I was leaning on. I tell Hayley everything sobbing every now and then when I recall how he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world whenever he talked to me, as cliché as it was. It was true. His smile made me forget any doubts I ever had about love. But what was I thinking? I was nothing but a bet to him, and I guess that’s all I ever will be. After I finished the story Hayley just stared at me, “Andrea you sound like you wanted to stay away but you couldn’t, do you like him a lot?” I just laughed sarcastically as I readily admitted my true feelings, “Hayley. I think I love him.” I leaned my head forward to rest it on her shoulder as she played with my hair, “Have you seen him any today?” she asks still playing with my hair I let out a sigh “No, thank goodness, I don’t want to face him.”  A couple minutes later she shrugged me up, “come on.” I sat up confused “wha? Where are we going” I say as she pulls me off the sink and out of the bathroom, “You are going in to class and then you are going to face Sam.” She says putting her hands on my shoulders so she can look me directly in the eyes. “What. No. No.” I say pulling myself away from her trying to go back in the bathroom, I was already late for class and I didn’t want all those eyes looking at me. I didn’t want to have to face Sam after that either. I couldn’t, I can’t. “Andrea, listen, I know you don’t like confronting people after stuff like this happen but, I also know that you think about it after and wish that you could’ve at least asked for an explanation. Now, do you want this to be another one of those times?” I look at her and I see her honesty, she’s right, like always, Hayley always had the best advice. “I have a pass from the nurse I never used, it says that you had a migraine, so that’s your excuse okay?” I just nodded, this last class was the only class I didn’t have with Hayley and now was the day I needed her most. But there was only an hour left so I managed to make it.

AFTER CLASS

I was walking to my locker when I heard the all too familiar voice of Sam call out to me from behind, I just rolled my eyes and kept walking on, making him catch up with me when I arrived at my lockers. “Andrea! Hey why didn’t you wait on me? Didn’t you hear me silly?!” He jokes shrugging me off that I totally ignored him. “Oh yea sorry I guess I didn’t hear you” I decided I was going to take this easy… And then totally slay him., “well do you wanna hang out after school? Go back to our spot?” Instead of replying I took out two $10 dollar bills out of my pocket that my mom gave me this morning. I stuck then in his hand as he just looked up at me confused. “I don’t understand..?” He says shaking his head “I know. And to be honest I don’t either. But this is the twenty bucks that our date was worth.. Hope you won the bet.” His face immediately changed color. He knew I knew. “Wha-wha do ya mean?” He stuttered out. “You know exactly what I mean. I was just a bet. A topic in truth or dare.” I say harshly he looked lost in words he turned his body slightly, wanting to be anywhere but here, and I felt the same. “Look, I know it seems like I-” I cut him off, “no Sam. I don’t want to hear any excuses… I meant nothing to you. I want an explanation. No excuses. Nothing but an explanation.” I say standing my ground, “Andrea, it was at a little get together the team had, we were talking, everyone was slightly drunk. They said that I couldn’t get any nerd…” He paused looking into my eyes for the first time since we started this conversation. I could see the guilt on his face. I didn’t say anything just urging him with my eyes to continue, “Because they would be smart to not to go on a date with me. I was buzzed so of course I took the challenge. But I chose you. I chose you because you weren’t even a nerd, aren’t even a nerd I mean. You’re actually well-known you know. And the boys didn’t even know it was you that I chose.. But I told them after the date. And they made it this whole big ordeal… I didn’t want you to find out. I’m so ashamed.” I just sighed.. “Well Sam. You deserve to be ashamed. You deserve to feel guilt. Because I actually thought something was starting between us. I felt something. And now I can never feel that again towards you. I’m sorry we ended this way when we barely even started. You’re nothing but a jerk, goodbye Sam.” I said before I could start crying again, I closed my locker and walked away into the parking lot leaving Sam still standing at me locker. The one who took my heart, broke in two, and still has those pieces.

THAT NIGHT

SAMS POV:

I was in my driveway shooting hoops with Benny trying to clear my head. I still kept thinking about Andrea. The face she have me when she was telling me off was something I will never forget. She had sadness in her eyes but harshness in her tone, I could tell she was trying to hide her tears. But I saw them glaze her eyes. She was even beautiful when she cried. “Dude. I totally just dunked on you. You weren’t even paying attention.” I was brought out of my head by my brother, “oh yea sorry, I just got a lot in my head right now.” He seemed un-phased by my comment just shrugging and passing me the basketball. “Did you get your twenty bucks from Kiger?” I stopped dribbling. He was the one that talked to Andrea. That little bitch. “You didn’t happen to talk to Andrea did you??” Ben said nothing just smiled a little bit. “Ha yea that was funny. She just burst out and tried to tell us off ‘you’re lying you just like ruining people’s happiness” he mocks a crying girl. “Shut the fuck up” I say blatantly he stops his show and looks at me stunned. “Woah, dude you’re not falling for her are you?” I don’t say anything, I’m just running over everything in my head. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, the way she enjoyed that god awful date that I had to just make up last minute, everything just reminded me of her. I wanted her now. “Well it’s too late regardless. She probably hates you.” He says taking a swig of water and jogging in to the house.

“Oh shit” I mumble to myself. “What have I done”

Preference 1 - He asks you out (Best Friend Michael)

Basically fluff

You were working at your after school job at the local flower shop down the street from the video game store your best friend, Michael, worked at. Ever since you were little it was always Y/N and Michael, Michael and Y/N.

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