a little bit special in the head and all that

Zodiac Signs: cr1tikal Quotes

Aries: “You can turn that shitty knife into a titty knife.”

Taurus: “Fuck you and your formal attire.”

Gemini: “Most owls can turn their heads 270 degrees in both directions. This owl can fuck itself in all directions.”

Cancer: “Oh, okay. Guess I’ll just go fuck myself then.”

Leo: “Good evening. Tonight’s special is the shit blizzard.”

Virgo: “Ah, just a little bit of ghost semen. A very common ingredient found in most beverages, so, might as well stick with the traditional.”

Libra: “You will all feast on the fuck.”

Scorpio: “His legs are trembling, his knees are weak, his mom’s heavy, put your vagina in spaghetti.”

Sagittarius: I”m ready to begin my journey with a full fledged erection and a heart of ambition.”

Capricorn: “This bastard just got re atomized.”

Aquarius: “Serenade my candy ass, come on!”

Pisces: “I would rather solve a rubiks cube using only my bare nipples than try to make that fucking jump.”

B-DAY (Dirty Dancin’) {Baekhyun x Reader}

Originally posted by blondejongin

Inspired by Tank’s “B-Day” feat. Chris Brown


Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: I dunno, fluff? You’ll see when you read it…

Sypnosis: Byun Baekhyun proves to be the best dancing teacher you’ll ever have.

A/N: Baekhyun’s outfit in the fic is the same as the one in the gif.


The club was not at all a place you’d ever envisioned yourself to joyously be at. Drunken dancers, languid strippers and puddles of harsh-smelling liquor in random spots of the floor. That was not at all your taste. Not one little bit. You were more of the type to lounge on the couch, hair shoved in the reprimands of a tight rubber band as a lazy bun sits stiff above your head, Big Bang Theory episodes and MTV specials blaring nonchalantly. Clubs just weren’t your thing.

It had been a birthday present from your friend Mei; a trip to the club surely would rid you of the stress of college exams and make you ultimately let go of everything that’d been worrying you. Even when you tried to tell her that you were just fine, she’d shush you and tell you to get ready, shamelessly encouraging you to wear something nice.

It was a fairly big club with two doors for sleek escape on each side. The bartender and his palace of drinks were on the far side, a few feet away from the hyperactively dancing people. As soon as you walked inside, you noticed a great majority of those people were drunk. In fact, it seemed the ones who weren’t drunk attracted your attention, specifically some of the guys. Even though you’d come with no intention of a drunken body leaning against yours, you couldn’t deny most of those guys were cute; particularly a leather-jacketed blonde in the center of the mob, brown eyes flickering through the crowd without much interest. Your eyes found him easily. He didn’t look much like anybody else in the club nor did he carry the similar aura. He was a mysterious guy, but one that still held a glow of innocence and youth.

Mei went off to fetch drinks and you sat in one of the chairs at the bar, playing with the small plastic cups for shots. The song playing was not at all familiar, carrying a heavy bass that sent tremors through your ears and seeping with dirty lyrics that made you cringe mentally.

You felt a tap on your shoulder just as the song faded into incoherent murmurs of the next and briefly turned your head, eyes still fixed in a somewhat haggard daze. It was the blonde from the dance floor, sandy hair in a rumpled heap, jacket limply hanging on his shoulders, piercing brown eyes staring deep into yours. No words formulated for a moment, sinking in a drizzled heap to the bottom of your throat.

He was so handsome. More striking than any man you’d ever seen.

His lips curled into a smile as he stared you down. “I was only looking for directions to a hotel, but I think I might stay.”

You smiled too, completely puzzled on why on Earth you were blushing for a man you didn’t even know. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “What’s your name?”


The man adopted a puzzled expression. “Are you from here? I feel like I would’ve heard of a beauty like you around here.”

“I go to the community college here. I’m a freshman.”

“Freshman?” His eyes twinkled lucidly in the glowing lights of the club. “So you’re a newbie?”

“You could say that.”

“Hm.” The man extended a hand. “I’m Byun Baekhyun. I just graduated from Boston Tech.”

“Boston?” You raised an eyebrow, stiffly shaking his hand. “That’s all the way up north, isn’t it?”

“Cousins live there,” Baekhyun droned, staring as the bartender fixed another drink. “I majored in Communications.”

“Cool.” You didn’t know why, but you found yourself getting interested in Baekhyun. “I want to be a psychologist. It’s always been on my mind.”

“Ah,” Baekhyun nodded his head. “That’s not bad. You look like the psychology type.”


“No problemo.” Baekhyun reached over your shoulder to collect a small plastic cup slid his way. He winked at the bartender, flashing him an ardent smile. “Cousin Vinny,” he explained in response to your quizzical expression. “Real tyke.”

“Isn’t that a movie?”

“And the name of my cousin, yes.” Baekhyun took a quick swig of the drink. “He’s the only one not in Boston. Is that your friend there?”

You turn to see Mei ambling over, two drinks in hand and a comical smile playing on her lips.

“Here’s a little birthday drink,” Mei hands you the glass as Baekhyun coos with fresh surprise.

“Tonight’s your birthday?”

You nodded. “Nineteenth.”

“Ah,” Baekhyun took another swig. “My birthday was last week. Just turned twenty.”

“Hm.” You went to press the glass to your lips, but Baekhyun suddenly set out a hand to stop you. He raised his own half-empty cup above his head.

“To (Y/N).” The two of you clinked your glasses together and swept down a hearty swig.

“Happy birthday, princess,” Baekhyun set down his empty cup. “Hm…and a perfect song comes on.”

Shinee’s “Feel Good”, a song you actually knew, was blaring through the speakers, heavy bass pumping through the club.

Baekhyun slid out a hand. “Wanna dance, birthday girl?”

If there was something you absolutely did not do, it was dance. You were horrible at it. You could never sway your body to the flow of the music just right and you weren’t at all confident.

“I’m going to have to say no,” you gently declined. “I don’t dance.”

“And I don’t give offers,” Baekhyun intoned, “yet I made an exception.”

You looked at the crowd of bustling people, grinding and dancing against each other like the drunken fools they were.

You curtly slid out of your chair and Baekhyun slid a hand to the small of your back, idly guiding you to the dance floor. The strobe lights above you splashed to every end of the floor as you and Baekhyun faced each other, the chorus busting out loud and true:

“I can make you feel good.”

Baekhyun’s eyes twinkled playfully as he bobbed to the music, one hand gripping your hand, the other tapping against his thigh. He seemed to be one of these types of natural dancers, who found themselves fluidly moving their bodies to the smallest of beats and the shortest of tempos. The look in his eyes said it all. It was as if the music had consumed him: his eyes seemed to have grown darker, his hips had instinctively started responding to the rhythm, swaying gently to the beat.

“Like this song?” you said to distract him from the fact that you weren’t moving.

“Love it,” Baekhyun muttered, his body naturally grinding into yours. “You?”

“Yeah,” you insentiently tapped a foot, but you didn’t feel a spark of excitement like what was coursing through Baekhyun.

“You’re not a dancer, are you?” he said, a warm smile that showed his pearly white teeth living on his face. You shook your head and he tenderly caressed your hands. “I can tell.”

“Sorry if I’m wasting your time.” You had warned him.

“Oh no. The fun’s just beginning.” An impish grin grew on his face as the song droned louder through the speakers. “Now tell me, what’s your problem with dancing?”

“There’s no problem, I just don’t like it. And it doesn’t like me.”

Baekhyun’s grin didn’t sweep off his face. “You mean you don’t feel the passion in it?”

His body moved closer to yours and the leather jacket slid smoothly off his shoulders, revealing the long-sleeved woven white shirt beneath. You watched as the jacket slowly hit the ground and a drunken bearded man nearly tripped over it.

Baekhyun’s eyes were fixed directly on you as he suddenly let go of your hands, stepping back into the throng of people dancing the night away.

“Watch me,” he whispered. “Watch how I move.”

He started with slow, gentle movements first. He zealously swayed his hips left and right, eyes shut against the tantalizing beat of the music, and let his body speak for itself. Sometimes he would helplessly thrust his hips through the air, eliciting a soft grunt as his face momentarily scrunched up. Next, he would slowly grind his body to the beat, hips rolling to and fro as he just let the music overtake him to far, unreachable heights. That’s how it seemed to Baekhyun. Like the moment he set his feet down on the floor, the music drifted him to a new era, a new place, where he was just himself, dancing and grinding leisurely to the tune of his ecstasy.

Sometimes the heat of his fervor would get too much for the both of you, and Baekhyun would quickly stop his movements, billowing harsh, ragged breaths through those thin pink lips of his as his eyes flittered open to find you still there.

Still watching him.

Then, regaining his previous confidence, he’d go faster, mixing all his movements together to form a silent, fluid oath to the song itself; his own physical affirmation of his love to this lenient form of unforgivable expression. The song ends with a few last cordial notes of adieu and Baekhyun rolls his hips one last time in farewell, stopping completely as the song briefly changes.

Gentle guitar riffs.

Sultry susurrating vocals.

It’s the opening of The Weeknd’s “Wicked Games”.

Another frisky grin briefly marks Baekhyun’s alluring features as he advances towards you again, eyes flickering with excitement. You’re still partially breathless from Baekhyun’s performance, feeling like his passion took you on some kind of ride and now you’re descending from your high.

“Your turn.” His nose brushes against yours and he deviously licks his lips, slowly planting his hands on your hips.

“You don’t expect me to do all that, do you?”

Baekhyun laughs, smoothing out your dress with his hands. “It wouldn’t be a bad show.”

You sigh, obviously disgruntled on how you’re losing an incredibly hot dance to an incredibly hot man. Baekhyun, reading your tension accurately, gently rests his forehead against yours.

“There shouldn’t be any stress. Dancing is like meditation: it’s a way to free yourself beyond the confinements of humanity and in the hands of your own happiness. There aren’t any rules and there isn’t pressure. Just be you.”

It was as if Baekhyun’s words had planted some type of fire inside of you. You closed your eyes, letting your body soak in the music as the bass seemed to drum in your own heart.

Your hips had a mind of their own; they rose to meet Baekhyun’s so the fabric of his shirt met the sleekness of your dress. You felt him move carefully, almost sinfully against you, hips rubbing delicately against yours as the song droned, igniting a deeper fire in your stomach. You tapped your feet as Baekhyun led you gingerly into the next move and you followed easily, swaying your hips to The Weeknd’s sleek vocals as Baekhyun gently mouthed instructions in your ear, making your body move to his liking as if you were his own little robot. You rocked and swerved your body supplely against his, letting the music sink deep into you and never seep out. Hands on your hips, Baekhyun swayed you gently from side to side and you flittered open your eyes. You stared deeply at each other, still moving fluidly to the tune of your passion as Baekhyun leads you into more amative motions of euphoria. He slowly twirls you around, admiring the sleek locks of hair falling gracefully onto your back. You run your hands down his sinuously rolling hips, feeling the skin underneath slightly tremble from your touch.

The song ends and you feel the fire burn out just that quick; the ashes in your stomach stir nonchalantly as Baekhyun lets go of your hand.

“Better now?”

Words aren’t needed for response. Instead, you lightly shove him backwards, watching him stumble weakly, and draw out a few moves of your own, gently thrusting your hips to the sound of a more upbeat, funky number.

Baekhyun laughs in response, watching you twirl lucidly on your heels. He reaches out to stop you, tenderly placing his hands on your waist. “So we’re good then?”

Baekhyun gives you the time of your life. You dance in all sorts of ways at all sorts of speeds, going from laughing and sniggering together, to grinding and using your bodies to smoothly caress each other with such slowness it’s almost painful to the eye. You’ve never felt such adrenaline, never felt such glee at the sweat pouring from your temples. One last song rings out its call to the night and Baekhyun, grinning his large and playful smile, leans down to pick up his jacket. He fondles with the pockets, pulling out a thin sheet of white paper and extracting a fine pen from his pocket. On it, he scribbles what you insist is a cell phone number, an apartment address, and maybe even the number of one of those cousins up north for extra, needy contact.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around, Dancing Machine.” He stuffs the note in your hand with quick flourish. “I’d love to give you more dancing lessons.”

You feel your heart drum painfully as you curl the paper in your hand. You’d only just met Baekhyun and yet you felt so attached to him.

“Don’t forget me, princess,” he hugs you close to him, pressing a soft, chaste kiss upon the crown of your head. “Good night.”

And then he’s striding across the club floor, jacket nestled under his arm as you gaze after him, pleading, hoping that he won’t leave.

Midway across the dance floor, he turns around, a small smirk on his face. Without a word, he tosses you his jacket, flinging the smell of harsh-smelling cologne through the air, and you catch it, feeling the smooth leather between your hands.

He smiles, one last cheerful smile that’d brought you to happiness in the first place, and then he briefly disappears behind the mob of people you can’t even label as “dancers” anymore. He’s gone past the door with a swift movement of the hinge and off he vanishes into the night.

Mei ambles over to you, looking curious. “Why’re you holding your arm like that?”

You look down at your arm tightly clutching Baekhyun’s jacket. “Like what?”

“Like that. Like you’re holding something.” Mei points to your arm.

“Cause I am holding something,” you intone in a puzzled whisper. “Baekhyun’s jacket.”

“Who?” Mei furrows her eyebrows.

“Baekhyun.” Your heart seems to pulse wretchedly at the sound of his name. “The guy who was just in here.”

Mei’s head cocks in confusion.

“The guy I just danced with,” you say desperately as Mei starts to look a bit alarmed. “You saw him. He said happy birthday to me!”

“I-I didn’t see anybody. I saw you dancing out on the floor though. Great moves.”

“Thanks.” You stare down at Baekhyun’s jacket still tucked underneath your arm. You couldn’t have just imagined him, you couldn’t have.

“Look!” you suddenly cry out, thrusting the note Baekhyun had given you towards Mei’s face. “He gave me this! His number!”

You unfurl the paper, Mei curiously leaning over your shoulder, and you note it also leaks with his strong, harsh scent. What greets you is not what you expect. Written in jumbled black letters is:

I’ll always be your muse. I’ll always be your flame.

Happy 19th birthday, princess.



Originally posted by yixingofficial

Please consider Maine and Wash’s primary form of affection is them knocking their helmets together. That’s it. All suited up and ready to get dropped and because of their height difference either Maine slouches a few inches to nudge Wash a few times or Wash strains on his tip-toes until his head makes a thunk against Maine’s. It started as a bit of a joke but they ended up really liking it and sometimes Maine makes a special effort to get their visors to collide because it makes a weird squeegee noise that Wash thinks is hilarious.


Author: Mikala (with help from Emma!)

Characters: Clint Barton x Reader, Natasha x Reader (super cute friendship). Tony, Bruce 

Word Count:1,150

Warnings: Maybe like one swear word? 

Author’s Note: This is kinda shorter but it’s cute. Special thanks to Emma for finishing the last little bit for me, when I threw an incomplete fic at her. She saved me from pulling my hair out in frustration. Hope you guys enjoy! 

@bovaria @grace-for-sale

“Whatever you’re gonna get is fine, just make sure you don’t forget my cookies,” Natasha insisted, hovering over you as you leaned over the counter, adding items to the grocery list. You smiled, writing in “Nat’s cookies” in all capital letters at the top of the page. She laid a hand on small of your back and pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head before moving around the island counter, settling in on a chair on the opposite side of you.

“You tell me that every time, you know. I don’t think it’s possible for me to ever be able to forget them.” You looked up from your paper for a moment as you spoke, watching as her red hair gleam in the morning sunlight. She was one of your closest friends, but sometimes she still managed to surprise you. Bad-ass Russian spy and assassin: scary when she was coming at you with the intention of killing you, even scarier when she didn’t get her favorite snacks. “I’m gonna change your middle name to that, actually,” you continued as you looked back down at your list, trying to remember what else you’d forgotten. “Natasha ‘don’t-forget-my-cookies’ Romanoff.”

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sometimes i think about karkat cooking for dave (not even for a special occasion, just because he’s hungry and decides to make enough for two) and dave being like, “you made this… for me?” and just not fucking comprehending it because bro never, ever made him any home-cooked meals/food as a kid. karkat puffs up his chest, all proud of himself for what he thinks is a successful spontaneous romantic gesture, and says, “fuck yeah i did,” but dave just… cannot wrap his head around it and he jokes nervously, “what, you trying to butter me up or something?” and he feels bad for saying it but he needs to know; he needs to be sure before he can eat that there aren’t any ulterior motives at play. karkat realizes pretty much immediately what’s up (dave has always been weird with food and karkat figured out why for himself a while ago) and his eyes and voice soften and he goes, “i made it for you because i love you, you paranoid disaster. now chow the fuck down before it gets cold or i decide to eat what’s on your plate, too,” and dave just mulls that over for a couple seconds, nods, and picks up his fork. karkat isn’t even that good of a cook but it’s still the best meal dave has ever had in his entire life and karkat cooking for both of them becomes a regular thing after that

Given my less than stellar health issues ever since we moved in here, husband has been getting up with the kids and giving them breakfast.  It’s mostly muffins or cereal, but it does afford me a little extra rest in the morning.  But we were out of both this morning, so I made an honest to goodness breakfast.  Bacon, eggs, and some fresh blueberries.

While I made breakfast, the boys opened up their annual St Patrick’s Day package from my grandma.  Green t-shirts, light up green rings, shamrock glasses, stickers, magnets, window decals, and a little bit of candy, too.  She sends one every year and it’s what makes our St Patrick’s Day special.

We have a busy day today.  We’ll do homeschool until 11, then it’s off to swim lessons for all three kids.  We’ll get changed there and then head straight to a friend’s house for a playdate and lunch.  We’ll leave from her house to drop M off at art class.  Then head back home and get J ready for soccer.  

We’ll swing back to the art studio to pick up M, then head to the park for J’s first soccer practice.  I need to remember to pack an extra soccer ball, because little A is just crazy for kicking the ball around.  I signed us up for a mommy & me soccer class in April during the big guys co-op because mom guilt is real.  And it shouldn’t be too much running at 20 weeks pregnant [I hope].

I have no idea what we’ll do for dinner.  Maybe I can convince my husband to grill something up when we get home from soccer, because today is going to be a very long day.

Changing His Ways (Robin Hood Request)

Pairing: Robin x Reader

Prompt: Can you make a imagine where the reader is snows sister and falls in love with Robin??

“Trust me on this one, Aurora. You will get your kingdom back. And I’m gonna make sure of it.” You said grabbing her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

The ride on the carriage had gotten a little bit bumpy, specially with all the damage the curse had done to a once beautiful land. You rested your head beside the window and looked outside of it, taking in the sight of the vast forest before you. Distracted enough by the landscape you halted when an arrow broke through the glass and flew right next to your face just to land on the carriage’s wall.

“What is that?” You heard Aurora say as the carriage stopped and you felt how someone landed on the roof of the carriage. Shit. You thought as the door next to Aurora was opened and this hooded person taked the chest that lied on the seat next to you and dissapeared as fast as he had appeared. 

“Hey, no!” Is the only thing you’re were able to voice before the thief leaved. “For God’s sake.” You cried full of anger as you rapidly got out of the carriage and mounted one of the steeds that led your carriage, not before setting it free with your sword. You galloped fast as light, nudging your horse on the sides so you could catch the thief who had stolen your chest and also the other steed which he was now riding.

“Stop!” You cried as you threw yourself out of your horse and knocked him and the chest down, spilling out all of the gold that was inside it. Both of you fell to the floor, your body landing on top of his, scrapes and small cuts were done but none of that mattered when you looked at the face of the person who had tried to rob you. 

Blue met Y/E/C as you took him in. You had to control your hand from stroking his soft-looking stubble, not to mention his chocolate hair. What on earth? You thought. Get your shit together Y/N, this is the man who had tried to snatch away what belong to you. 

“Oh, bloody hell.” He finally spoke as he rubbed his head, you quickly got off him and stood up, grabbing your sword from where it had landed and pointing it to him. “Who are you?” you said demanding an answer, a quick one.

“Easy there, you don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?” The man said standing up with his hands up in a surrender manner. “I said who are you?! Now answer me or the only one getting hurt is you.” You replied with your sword nudging him on the chest, right were his heart was.

“I’m Robin of Locksley. And who do I have the pleasure of stealing of?” He said as he bowed, his hood falling over his head. “Of trying to steal.” You emphasized on the word with another nudge of your sword. “I’m Y/N.” You said in an aggressive tone. 

“Calm down, beautiful. I assure you I meant no harm. I just meant to take your money from you.” He said with a crooked smile and a mischevious glint in his eyes. “It didn’t seem like you would miss it that much, since the famous Snow White wouldn’t leave her little sister poor, would she?” Robin raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but stutter out the question. 

“How do you know I’m her sister?” 

“There are not many Y/Ns around here.” Robin smirked and started to lower your sword. “How about we forget this ever happened and you just let me run away with this money? You don’t need it anyways,” 

“Of course I do!.” You said in a resentful tone. When Robin gave you a look of real questioning you threw your arms in the air truthfully annoyed. “It’s not for me, it’s for the villagers. I don’t need it, and they certainly do. Unlike you, I try to help people who are in need. I’m not a selfish creature who would do anything to satisfy my needs.” You said in a irritated voice. 

Robin looked at you in the eye, his face showing real shame. He couldn’t help but look down and put his hood up, just to flee the scene and dissapear into the forest.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. His blue eyes haunted your dreams, his body beneath yours had wrapped you with a warmness incomparable to any other person. He had made you far more angry than the common thief, but you just couldn’t understand why. Well, maybe you could. You were falling for him, this hooded man with his bow and arrow.

A few days after Robin had attempted to rob you, you found a small wooden horse, not much bigger than the palm of your hand, with a piece of parchment that read in fine handwriting: I’m sorry. I’m a horrible man, but I’ll change my ways.  The wooden steed now rested upon your nightstand, where you would look at it in night like this. 

As you once more kept moving around your bed you heard footsteps on your balcony. You brought yourself up and silently made yourself with your dagger and holded it near you. “Who is in there?” you asked uneasy before the shadow of a man opened the doors that led to the balcony. But it was not any man indeed. It was Robin, his quiver on his back alongside his bow. A glint of pleade in his eyes. “Y/N.” Robin exhaled your name, as if he had been holding it along with his breath. He nearly ran to your side getting rid of his weapons along the way, dropping them on the floor.

“Robin. W-What?..” You were cut off by Robin’s lips on yours. Your shoulders tensed by the abrupt touch, but gave in eventually. It was only then, when you felt his lips, so sweet and tender above yours that you realised how much you had wanted this to happen.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t.. I-I had to..” As he, you shut him with a kiss, a more passionate one. One that showed the longing and yearn you’d never admit outloud.

“Y/N. I thought I’d have a black eye by now, honestly.” He said with a soft laugh as he rested his forehead on yours. You smiled, your hand resting on his cheek. “The thought did cross my mind.” 

“Y/N, I’ve changed. I’m not the thief you met on the woods that day. And I want you to know it’s because of you. I’ve changed my ways for you, Y/N. To be a better man for you and deserve to be by your side.” Robin said holding both your hands near his heart.The most truthful look in his eyes.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, one that spoke of forgiveness and understanding, of everything he once was.

“I trust you’ve changed. And that now you’re a man of good. And nothing would make more happy than to have you by my side forever, Robin. So please do, stay.” Lying beside you, Robin wraps an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. Finding the comfort you were seeking.

You slept sound that night, surrounded by his warmness. A smile on your lips, knowing that he’d never leave your side.

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Chanyeol: *Tries not to show it but likes it a lot* “That feels good jagiya!”

Kris: “Now I’m your pet…” Misses his hair when you just pat his head*

Sehun: *Paralyzes because he loves it*

Tao: *Runs away every time you try it*

Kai: *Slowly falls asleep* “Hmm… nice… ~”

Xiumin: *Lost in the 7th heaven* “Please, a little bit more… Right here.”

Baekhyun: *Acts all cute and begs for more* “I’m a nice boyfriend aren’t I??”

Luhan: “Oh no no… I’m the only one who touches my hair”

Chen: *Becomes puppy* “It’s soft isn’t it? Specially behind my ears”

Kyungsoo: *Squishy Kyungsoo becomes a target*

Lay: *GIF*

Suho: *His hair has to stay perfect all day* “She is trying to touch my hair again. Please tell her I’m in the bathroom or something”


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Dan would look down at you and frown slightly "Go before he catches you babygirl" and you would stand up and frown "what about the hickeys?..." you mumble, "makeup bag, make them look like bruises" he smiles kissing your forehead, you nod and walk out the room, running to the bedroom (like it's Dan's house or something and he buys you expensive special FX makeup and makeup in general), you would quickly cover up the hickeys then paint over them to make it look like bruises.

as soon as you head back down in the lounge your brother walks up to you, pushing your collar down a bit when he sees the bruises on your neck and chest. “why do you keep getting into all these fights?” he hisses and you turn red. “i- when you’re the brother of a mafia boss, you easily get enemies” you hiss back and that surprises him a little tbh, because you usually make an excuse up but this time you’re confronting him.

Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Second Year (2)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Despite already debuting as a K-Pop star, Jin convinced their maknae, Jungkook, to go to highschool that specializes in training K-Pop stars. There he gets unwanted attention from people who simply want him for his popularity. That is, until You appeared in his life as an aloof, smiling girl who immediately brightened his high school life. Little did he know, though, how involved you were going to be in his life.

Originally posted by comfyjimin

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Head canon in which Perry cries all day on her 11th birthday. LaF can’t get her to admit why, but suggests baking. They nearly burn down the house trying to make brownies for the first time. Perry still cries herself to sleep that night because her Hogwarts letter didn’t arrive. Silas was supposed to be the next best thing. Full of magic and mystery. She arrives all bright-eyed and ready to be part of a world of spells and sorcery. And then...

Her dreams get crushed. No Hogwarts. Not “special” enough for working spells. No open-armed welcome from the paranormal at Silas. And so all the exuberance just gets sucked inside. No magic for Perry. Not “special.”  She resigns herself to Normal.


The five little children follow the golden freddy into the back room where few have ever gone before.

Golden Freddy: Now here we are children and now its time to party. *He slowly tilts his head as the man inside tilts his head.*

1st child: He mister golden freddy? Why are you looking at us like that?

Golden Freddy: *He chuckles a bit* Im just so happy to see all of those happy children with me in such as special occasion because after all, *soon takes off the golden Freddy gloves revealing two human hands.*

2nd child and 3rd child became scared as the person inside the suit was coming out.

Purple guy/Vincent : laughing maliciously as he began to slowly take off the head of golden Freddy the person inside the suit revealed himself with a white grin on his face We are going to have a fun time here children.

The 4th child and the 5th child went back a few steps away from him

2nd child cries in fear as her cheeks were Rosie red.

Purple guy/Vincent: Walked to the 2nd child and puts a finger on his lips as telling her to be calm and stay quiet. Shhh,shh. Don’t cry now little one, I promise we will have a fun time and besides all of your friends are here. He smiles at her as she sniffed as she began to stop crying a bit. then he walked over to the fifth child and put his hand on her shoulder. Now children lets get ready to make this little girl right here have a special party like no other as a surprise just for her. He grabs the 5th child’s hand walks her to the closet and puts her in there with a wide grin on his face as he shuts the door and locks it.

3rd child: So what should we do now mister? he asked him as the other 4 children were next to each other shaking in fear as they stare at him.

Purple guy/Vincent: he slowly turns his body as his grin became wider just when he looked at the children. My,my you children seem so scared all of a sudden, well. Chuckles and slowly takes out a knife from his back pocket as he starts to walk toward the children I’ll make sure this party goes just swell because I bet you are all wonder who was the mastermind behind this idea to have a special private party in the backroom with just us in it? The four children gasped as they saw the knife and backed away from him as possible. I'TS ME!

the scene goes to pitch black and all that was heard were children screaming and crying


The important takeaway from [Patriots v. Jets] is when a team gets one yard rushing from its running backs and you basically tell the other team we’re making ourselves one dimensional, so try and stop this. And Tom [Brady] goes to work like that, that’s something we may never see again. I mean we are seeing something right now, we’re witnessing maybe the best head coach-quarterback tandems of all time that may never be matched, and we take it for granted now, and we’re like ‘ah, that’s just Belichick and Brady’, but that’s something so special to watch him do what he did yesterday and the way he truly manipulates defenses. I mean, I saw one play where he is truly looking right at Revis and just pumps him a little bit, so he can just get him to move for a second, so he can hit a fade ball behind him. Quarterbacks don’t do that. He’s so dialed in. It’s just so fun to watch.

@LRiddickESPN) on Russillo and Kanell (@RussilloKanell)

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