A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid
summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about
your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but
I still don’t know who you are” AU
warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned
Can you believe this was meant
to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have
five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead
did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail
Also on the topic of exams the
actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a
while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m
gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that
I hope this is ok!!
Dan’s halfway through skipping
History when he does it.
He doesn’t know why he did it
– he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be
carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this,
what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle
His pen squeaks across the
pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and
tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time
;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the
graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating
every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them,
scribbles of song lyrics and “never got
caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of
assemblies or threats of “whoever did
this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths
teacher on the hall projector, “is
seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so,
really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number,
but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the
‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.
writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley
face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous
place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits
amidst many others.
today is the day out beloved website turns ten, and does all the shit ten year olds do. be obnoxious, bother you some, throw colourful shit at your face that you didn’t want - all the works.
since this is a 10 year old’s party, there is an unfortunate lack of alcohol available. so you just have to scowl and bear it while bass boosted “every time we touch” plays for the 27 time in the background.
(I was saving this for a different occasion, but the tumblr birthday event was just so perfect i did it over now :P.)
Summary: Cas had always loved Dean’s freckles, and he’s seemed to make a habit out of counting them in his free time. But the problem: Dean can never sit still for too long. What happens when this habit is mixed with a little bit of alcohol, a huge lack of personal space, and years of unspoken feelings?
A/N: And what happens when you can’t get your brain to function? You write Destiel, that’s what. I got this inspiration from Misha (that’s right he came up with this headcanon of Cas counting Dean’s freckles) and when a friend of mine said her freckles were just angel kisses. Hope you like!
Warnings: Sam shipping Destiel hardcore! That’s about it.
Dean was never still. Ever.
Not when he was driving, not when he was eating, not when he
was cleaning his guns. It was like the guy simply couldn’t sit still. He was always on the move, always tilting his
head in another direction.And it
annoyed Castiel to no end.
But it only annoyed him because ever since he and the hunter
had met, he’d developed a sweet sort of fascination for the freckles that
dotted Dean’s face. They were everywhere: on his nose, just below his eyes, on
his cheeks; there were even some above his eyebrow. And Cas couldn’t imagine
why, but to him they were Dean’s most captivating feature. And now they were
nearly the only thing he looked at when he stared at Dean.
Hc that erik loses his voice one day from too much alcohol or lack of sleep or something and christine is really confused and he has to cover up by telling her she might not be good enough and he hurts her feelings and fluff???????
And his very suggestion that she might not be good enough is only an echo of her own fears about being inadequate, and afterwards, when he has his voice back, he apologises to her, and she’s less than impressed at his lying to her, especially since it hurt her so much, and he has to earn his way back into her good graces.
Her PR said she will be at the after party... so she came back... and changed again LOL. Seriously I have no idea what Gillian is doing but she will wake up tomorrow with a big hangover and not bc of lack of alcohol. People on twitter tagging David and asking him for saving Gillian... This is a mess she never has been in before... Her PR should be fired!
There are videos of the after party on Gurinder FB and she’s not on them. I think the pic was taken before the movie, to be fair
The Devil is always a terrifying card to draw in a reading if you don’t understand it. It’s a card of entrapment and trickery, addiction and temptation, and diving into base desires and impulses that keep you ensnared. The Devil often refers to problems like alcoholism, overindulgence in sex, lack of passion, and violence or aggression, and the cycles that keep you trapped and/or controlled by it. The preceding card, Temperance, is about balance; the Devil is about florid extremes, and can be one of the most volatile cards in a deck.
On the other side of the coin, the Devil also stands for lack of control, and the hopelessness that accompanies being unable to break out of these habits. It’s easy to fall into it, and easy to stay trapped - With effort, you could break free, but your current situation keeps you tied.
Amélie Lacroix was taken by Talon and forcibly reconditioned into a sleeper agent, and then an assassin - violent, emotionless, cold, sexualised. Despite the cat-and-mouse fights with Tracer and other Overwatch agents, she still remains under Talon’s control, and will most likely have to break out of it herself.
I’m ridiculously pleased with how good the lineless style is on this!!! I’m posting this full piece as-is to make up for the entirety of August not having tarot updates - huge life changes and mental health took its toll. High quality Overwatch and Steven Universe tarot cards are posted on my patreon!
It was kind of getting to the point where you felt like you spent every second of your life swiping left on Tinder. There had to be someone within a 50 kilometre radius who wasn’t a total fuckboy right? Unfortunately, Tinder had been doing nothing but proving you devastatingly wrong on that account so far and your frustration levels were mounting.
A hand waving directly in front of your face brought you back to the present.
‘Are you even listening to me today?’ Chris asked you, amused but maybe a tad impatient.
You blinked several times in confusion and looked at him, ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
‘I asked you if you wanted another beer but I think you’ve got bigger problems than a lack of alcohol at the moment,’ Chris leaned over you, bracing one hand against the arm of the garden sofa you were lounging in and with the other, reached towards you and pulled the cell phone from your grasp, ‘How about you stop trying to find Prince Charming amongst all the frogs on Tinder and just let me take you out.’
You looked at him with an arched eyebrow, 'I don’t need one pity date Chris. Believe it or not I’d actually quite like to meet someone who may stick around for more than just one night. If all I wanted was a fancy meal and a half decent bottle of wine, I’d go out with my girlfriends and save myself all this hassle.’
Chris was unnervingly silent for a second, his expression neutral, his eyes seemingly searching your face for something, but you weren’t sure what.
Eventually he responded, an easy, mischievous smile dancing across his features, 'First of all, it most certainly wouldn’t be a pity date. Second of all, I’d essentially ruin you for all other men so you’d have no choice but to go on multiple dates with me.’
You rolled your eyes at him fondly, 'Your modesty astounds me, as always, Evans.’
'Come on, what do you say? Give me one chance, one date to show you that you don’t need Tinder because everything you want is right here in front of you.’
It was your turn to be silent for a moment, mulling his offer over in your mind, 'Fine. One date. And it better be the best fucking date I’ve ever had in my life.’
'Sweetheart, I’ve not even planned a single thing for it yet and it’s already better than any Tinder date you’ve had, I guarantee it,’ as he spoke, he started swiping and prodding the screen of your phone.
'Chris, what are you doing?’ you asked, suspicions raised.
He didn’t say anything but continued with his attentions before handing it back to you with a triumphant expression.
'There!’ he announced, 'I’ve deleted the app. No more Tinder required.’
You took a long look at his proud face and shook your head bemusedly.
'One date,’ you reminded him, holding up your index finger to reiterate.
“hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my childs teacher” au aka ‘no one asked for this and I should be writing my dcbb instead’
Part 2 of 2
Cas wasn’t lying,
his apartment was only a quick walk from the bar and Dean was damn grateful. He
could feel his desire for the other man growing as soon as they left the bar. Maybe
it was the mix of Cas, alcohol and lack of sex but as they waked Dean could practically
hear his heart hammering against his chest.
Cas let them into
the building before gently pulling Dean in for a tender kiss that Dean wasn’t
expecting at all. Slightly drunken make out? Yes. Tender kisses? Not so much.
It took him aback but he melted into it and slowly wrapped himself around Cas.
Did he care that he knew nothing about this man apart from his name, the fact
that he was single and lived near the bar? No, not really. Dean needed to
escape for the night and escape was what he was getting.
“Not that this
isn’t great but…well my neighbours are somewhat prudish. I doubt they would
appreciate us continuing this in the lobby.” Cas said between kisses.
“Oh? Why, what did
you have in mind?”
would most definitely scandalise them.” Cas shot back. Wow, the guy really was
throwing subtly away now. Dean grinned and let Cas lead him towards a flight of
stairs. Barely a minute later they came to Cas’ apartment. Dean could have
turned away, gone home to his daughter and not kiss a stranger but for one
night he didn’t want to be the responsible father he’d forced himself to be
over the past ten months, he wanted just wanted to be.
“The consumption [lit. "enjoyment”] of alcohol in this area is PROHIBITED 30 August 2013 3pm to midnight.“
Police have marked off a “no alcohol” zone around the Ilo(saari/island) area in Joensuu for the Joen Yö festival today. This is, according to the media, a big deal since it’s never happened before. Apparently they anticipate more people showing up there than the venues there have an alcohol licence for, and that disorderly/underage drinkers have been very problematic in previous years, so they decided to make it a dry area instead rather than trying to control everybody who shows up. The police would also like to remind you not to trash the “no alcohol zone” signs because it’s YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK
prompt // you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged
“I can’t believe that you brought a whole collection of ties,” Caroline couldn’t help but tease as she looked at the collection of them that were laying on the hotel bed. “Though you should really have some kind of color based system for all of this and not just haphazardly lay them about.”
“I wanted to be sure to wear one that matched whichever dress you’ve finalized on,” Klaus called from the bathroom where he was still getting ready. It would always amuse her to no end that her roommate took longer than her in the bathroom. How he managed that considering she had her hair and makeup to do was beyond her, but it was something the she enjoyed joking about on more than one occasion. “Or I’ll never hear the end from Elijah about appropriate dress and considering the lack of alcohol–”
“Why isn’t there any alcohol?” Caroline asked as she flicked through the ties, bringing different ones up to see how they went with her dress.
“Katherine,” Caroline interrupted, trying not to chuckle at his continued use of the brunette’s hated birth name.
“–father is a recovering alcoholic. Ruined it for the rest of us,” Klaus sighed and Caroline rolled her eyes at his lack of empathy for that. Klaus caught the look as he exited the bathroom. “I firmly believe alcohol will be required to endure this travesty.”
“Elijah is getting married. That’s not a travesty!” Caroline chided as she held out the tie she had finally settled on. It didn’t exactly match her blue dress but the hints of blue in it would work well in photographs. “Though I’m surprised Katherine didn’t have a set color picked for what you all would be wearing.”
“She left that part to Elijah. He wishes we all match our plus one,” Klaus informed her as he worked to put the tie on, dropping his hands as Caroline fixed the mess he’d made of it.
“And to think you could have been wearing a green one if you were still dating that one girl.” Caroline stared intently at the tie, trying not to let any bitterness into her voice. “Ginny or whatever it was.”
“Genevieve. And we were hardly dating, sweetheart.” She had been a nice lay, nothing more.
“My earplugs so say differently,” Caroline muttered, remembering the countless nights she’d been woken up by…them.
“She’s not someone I’d ever bring to anything like this even if I did still find her enjoyable,” Klaus pointed out and perhaps she shouldn’t have tightened the tie that much.
“Nope, you always leave that spot for little old me,” Caroline dropped her hands and headed to the bathroom to check her makeup.
“My family loves you,” Klaus called out to her as he sat down on the bed to put on his shoes.