and then his face screaming 'murder'

Scenes i just cannot get over:
  • This iconic scene: When richie tozier, a 13 year old boy, was forced to face his BIGGEST fear about to murder him and the entirety of his friends, what did he do? He grabbed eddie’s head, turned it to him, comforted him to make sure 1. he was the last thing that eddie saw before their deaths, and 2. eddie didn’t die w/ the clown being the last thing he saw. Mere friendship? I think not. 
  • if this shot doesn’t convince you that reddie is as real as it could get, you’re lying to yourself. This specific angle, this specific structure of the scene just screams reddie. In this moment, possibly one of the most beautiful and important moments of the entire movie, richie tozier and eddie kapsbrak are holding hands- the LOS(V)ER cast being in the middle. This scene was included on purpose, since no scene is without one. just such beautiful babies
  • Eddie kapsbrak. buying ice cream. for himself. and none other. than one. richie tozier. on a. 4th. of july. parade. that spells gay.
  • CLOWN ROOM. richie tozier was lured into a room full of his biggest fear by eddie kapsbrak. Necessary background info: pennywise, a murderous monster who feeds off of children’s fears, used georgie to lure bill in the basement/neibolt house- since it was bill’s greatest fear to face his guilt and grief over georgie. what does this mean for richie, when HE VOLUNTARILY, WITHOUT EVEN THINKING, RAN INTO THE MYSTERIOUS AS FUCK ROOM IN A NEIBOLT HOUSE JUST BECAUSE HE SAW/HEARD EDDIE GIGGLING IN THERE? AND WHY DID PENNYWISE INTENTIONALLY CHOSE EDDIE AS A BAIT TO LURE HIM IN? HM? ya i think i made myself clear.

  • The projector scene, where 1.richie tozier was the first to realize eddie kapsbrak having a mild panic/asthma attack; and 2. instinctively pulled eddie kapsbrak towards himself as soon as pennywise became a physical threat to their safety. richie tozier literally fucking pulled eddie kapsbrak into his arms. in to his arms. i speak no more.
the rough times of the day

“GUUUHHH”

Another wave on sickness rushed through Bendy as the last bit of his last meal was again rejected by his body now laying in the bucket before him which he was gripping for dear life. Tears where starting to collect them self’s at the edges on his eyes and the bitter sting left behind by the thick black liquid dripping down his chin made him want to throw up again but there was nothing to throw out anymore.

“come on Bendy big breaths” his brother said in a soft voice, gently petting his back to help him through the pulsing pain wreaking his body.

Bendy gripped the bucket a bit tighter feeling something all too familiar slowly crawl its way into his senses sticking his nerves with a fear of what’s about to come next

“oh no”

Boris pulled his hand back a little so it was hovering above Bendy’s back but not touching him.

“Bendy?”

A scream ripped itself from Bendy’s throat, a hot shot of crippling pain wreaking through his abandon as if his body was rejecting its own stomach. His arms shot out to his lower body gripping into his own skin so tight that if he wasn’t crippling under the pressure of his disease slowly destroying his body, he would have feared he tear open his skin.

Bendy was vaguely aware of the bucket tipping over and falling out of his lap, spilling the black stuff everywhere and leaving behind an gut wrenching sour smell.

“I’M GONNA DIE, I WANT TO DIE”

Boris quickly placed his hand back on Bendy’s lower back and let the other find its way to the others knee, little tear welled up in his eyes, not being able to bear looking at his brother in so much pain.

“n-no Bendy don’t say that be strong oke, you’ll be oke.. j-just hold on”

Another scream was forced out Bendy, still gripping into his stomach, the red hot pain ripping both his mind and will apart like it was a piece of paper.

“BROTHER I CAN’T IT’S TO MUCH I CAN’T PLEASE JUST LET IT END”

Bendy sobbed, it was too much to handle. The heat it was too much he was losing his damn mind, He couldn’t he just couldn’t.

“bendy”

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Bendy’s shoulders, pulling him quickly but gently against Boris chest that was shacking from the sobs and hiccups going through him.

“please it’ll be oke brother just don’t lose hope please”

Boris held Bendy closer to himself like his was trying to squeeze away the illness that was wreaking his brother. 

Bendy breathing picked up some more, swallowing big gulps of air like he never had taken a breath in his life. trying to shut it out the feeling of his nerves burning and screaming out in bloody murder. Trying to push through and passed the crippling hot pain and the feeling his lungs where getting skinned alive.

If not for himself he was trying for somebody who still needed him, the person he cared about most in the world, “for Boris” he told himself .

Slowly ever so slowly relaxed even if it was just a tiny bit, the pain died down enough for him to regular his breathing and lean against Boris, too exhausted  to move.   

“it’s oke”

Boris squeezed Bendy a little closer to him, tears now freely going down his face.

“it’ll always be oke, I know you’re strong enough Bendy”

A little smile showed itself on Bendy’s lips when Boris started wiggling his tail happily, glad that his brother was more or less oke now.

“I’m not strong” Bendy said with a weak voice that was still tuckered out from all that screaming. “you’re the only reason I keep fighting Boris” he said with a soft sigh, now relaxing fulling against the other, leaning his head against Boris chest.

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i tried 

you probaly get a fuck ton of these already but meh i thought you might like this one

(sorry i’m a shitty writer)

anyhow this is based on that little comic when bendy was pretty much dying but not quite

welp here you go have fun with it 

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thank you for this awesome fic! 

actually I didn’t get any fanfic about this AU; you’re the first bruh!

I added a little art if you don’t mind ^^

anonymous asked:

prompt; marichat but chat knocks on her parents skylight by accident and then has to explain himself to mrs and mr dupaincheng

Thank you for the prompt anon! Unfortunately, we have a little problem here. Sabine and Tom’s bedroom doesn’t have a skylight, only Marinette’s does. But that doesn’t mean I can’t work around it hehe. Here we go! It is kind of short tho.


Chat Noir adored visiting Marinette. He loved that he got time to spend with her, playing video games, having pillow fights and more or less sleepovers together. And the food was certainly a bonus. So here was Chat Noir, coming with a bag of two big ice cream boxes and ready to marathon. It was Friday and Marinette mentioned she wants to see that new TV series Versailles because of the costumes. Adrien wants to watch it to make fun of the ugly mustaches. Opening the skylight, he jumps in before somersaulting off the bed and landing in the middle of Marinette’s room.

“Oh, bonsoir my princess! Are you ready for this fine evening of…. of… er… “ Chat stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed they weren’t alone in the room. Marinette’s parents were sitting on the chaise lounge while Marinette herself was sitting in her computer chair, looking rather mortified. Her face screamed panic, while her eyes screamed murder. Absently, Chat wondered if there was a recipe for fried cat in wine sauce. If not, Marinette was one step away from creating it. He gulped. Turning to her parents, who were still surprised, Adrien straightened his back.

“Monsieur and Madame Dupain-Cheng. Bonsoir!” Chat waved awkwardly. “I swear there is a good reason I’m sneaking off in your daughter’s bedroom at a late hour in the night without your knowledge.” Marinette turned to him with a look that screamed ‘SHUT UP’

The two adults exchanged a look, having more or less a mental conversation. Then they smiled at Chat. “You should come to dinner one of these days.” Sabine declared while she and Tom got up from their place. “I’m sure you can explain the… reasoning then.”

“Enjoy the whatever you are up to. We will send you some sweets.” Tom added as they opened the hatch door to climb down.

Marinette and Chat looked flabbergasted as the two adults disappeared from sight. They turned to each other when the door opened again and Sabine appeared. “Don’t forget you have a box of condoms in your closet, dear.”

“Maman!” Marinette exclaimed in pure horror, but she was already gone.

“Well, that went well.” Chat declared after a few moments of silence.

Marinette turned to him with a look that screamed murder. Chat gulped then pulled out one of the boxes. “I bought you truffle ice cream.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes, before grabbing the box out of his hands. “You are safe. For now.”

gummy worm giveaway - peter parker

Originally posted by guyattime

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Spider-Man swings in to save Y/N from a late night mugger. But, instead of gushing over her new hero, she easily realizes who’s behind the mask.

Requested: yes (anon)

Warning: language

Here’s number five! I’m hoping to put out my first prompt list request later tonight! Thx for sending this in! MASTERLIST BELOW!

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All you wanted to do on this late Tuesday night was go down to the twenty-four hour shop and buy some gummy worms. Your hunger had been eating you up by the minute as you paced across your floor, debating your thoughts. You finally gave in to your grumbling stomach and hopped off your bed and out the door. Did your parents know you were out this late? No, because they were out this late at a work function, trusting you to be a good child and stay at home. But, did you listen? Of course not. Because your mind tended to flip from topic to topic, your sneaky thoughts always giving in.

So, you made the seven minute walk to the store. Seven minutes, that’s it. You would walk your hungry ass down happily all the way to the store, using your phone’s flashlight occasionally when approaching darkened areas on the streets, and walk in and buy your beloved gummy worms.

But now, you were certainly regretting that action. Once you turned the corner to continue your trek to your venture of a full stomach, you felt a presence take place quietly behind you. You didn’t dare turn around, an uneasy feeling filled your residence as you heard each footstep creep daringly behind you. Your pace quickened slightly as if on instinct, but you still stared dead on forward, continuing your now hopefully brisk walk to the store without company.

The deep breaths of the person slowed down, creeping closer and closer to your ear. Your blood began to run cold, fear hitting you suddenly like a truck as you thought to yourself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do? Do I approach the seemingly creepy stranger, or do I pick my pace up as fast as I can and run my ass all the way there?”

Before your conscience decided what your heavily debated decision would be, you felt two hefty arms wrap themselves around your frame, yanking you off the ground.  Fear filled your eyes quickly, your heart beating at a rapid rate as you realized the situation you were in.

Your arms were being held tightly against your body, movement being stagnant at this point. Your legs flailed from your body as you felt a sweaty, dirty hand clamp itself over your mouth to hide your yet to be heard screams.

“Shh, shh. Stay quiet and give me all the fucking money you have or this won’t end well at all,” the stranger’s voice muttered in close proximity to your right ear, his breath hitting the side of your face as if a snake slithered along your jaw bone. You attempted to kick your legs back and forth, trying to wriggle out of his tight and horrid grasp on you, failing completely.

Running wasn’t option because you couldn’t. Yelling, screaming bloody murder for help wasn’t an option because you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything. This psycho mugger was going to do god knows what to you and you had no fucking idea what to do.

In a split second, the mugger reached behind him, almost as if he was pulling out something to hold you down with while he stole every penny you had. Your eyes weren’t even filled with fear anymore, they were dazed with every frightful emotion you could possibly think of in the book.

But, before he could complete the task of pulling out some kind of weapon to scare you with, his grasp around you loosened completely as his body suddenly flew back, slamming into a pole. You immediately responded to the relieved feeling throughout your body, heaving a huge breath of air.

“Hey, buddy! Better think twice before attempting to mug someone in the middle of the night again!”

Your head snapped behind you, eyes widening to the size of saucers as the man who a just a few seconds ago had you in a death hold, was now trapped against the street-light, a spider-like web holding him in place.As he struggled to get out of his now death hold, your head moved in the the direction of a new presence taking place near you. Your eyes land on a red and blue suit standing on the building above you, mouth opening wide open at the person standing, well above you.

Spider-Man. He saved you.

Your stomach did a flip as the superhero stood clear as day, right in front of you. His black and white eyes looked down at your form, standing underneath the dim street-light and he smiled in his mask at your presence. He leaped down from the building, landing on the sidewalk in front of you. Your stature stood entirely still as he walked closer to you, shock filling your insides.

His lanky body walked towards you, his mask moving slightly as he asked you, “Are you okay?”

His concerned voice hit your heart and you melted, hating that someone could affect you like that. You just nodded your head slightly as you moved closer to the hero.

“Need a lift?”

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“Thank you so much for saving me,” you spoke to him as soon as you gained composure after everything that’s happened. But, nervousness still rubbed your voice as you stood before him, outside your room on the fire escape.

He leaned against your bedroom window, folding his arms across his chest, “You’re welcome.”

Your face tinged pink at his casual yet sultry attitude towards the matter. You breathed a huge sigh before sitting on the small bench, your mind still running with thoughts of tonight’s previous events. Your head popped up at the sound of him moving from leaning against your window to walking towards you, “Can I just ask why you were out this late on a Tuesday night?” his voice scratchy and suspicious as his head tilted to the side almost trying to be amusing.

A slight smile spread across your face at his actions, chucking a little before responding, trying your best not to sound like a complete dumb ass, “I was hungry. Like, really hungry,” you emphasized the word really before continuing. p>

“I just wanted some gummy worms from that twenty-four hour store seven blocks away. Which obviously wasn’t the best idea.”

You finished, realizing that your attempt to not sound stupid completely failed you as Spider-Man leaned his head back, emitting a deep chuckle at your story.

“Obviously,” he muttered slyly, resting his hands on his hips.

Holy fuck.

“Hey Peter, you know that using the ‘Stark Internship’ card can’t get you away from everything, right?” you questioned your once again late lab partner in the middle of sixth period.

He sighed, rolling his eyes and sitting down next to you, “Obviously.”

You knew you’d heard that unrecognizable voice from somewhere. The scratchy yet slightly high voice rang in your ears so evidently it was almost as if someone had blown a bull horn in your ear.

Your eyes enlarged as the realization slapped you in the face. You didn’t think twice before shooting straight up from your spot, hands by your sides before yelling in exasperation, “PETER?”

“What?” he questioned, darting your way at the sudden sound of his name, not realizing he’d been caught. Once he saw your mouth agape like a fish, his eyes widened behind his mask, defeat taking over.

Your finger immediately shot up, pointing at him as you got closer to him. He saw your actions and backed away quickly, you two moving in circles for minutes before you shouted, “Oh my god it is you!”

He ripped his mask off and ran closer to you, both hands set on your shoulders as he began to shake your entire frame from shock, “Y/N you have to promise me won’t say anything to anyone!”

His wispy brown hair fell in front of his forehead, bright brown eyes staring directly into your Y/E/C ones. The fear and guilt radiated off his body you could sense it against you, your cheeks tinting pink at his sudden vulnerable state.

“I promise, Peter. I won’t,” you swore, truth flooded his ears and he began to felt somewhat ease with the you wide eyes standing in front of him.

He let you go and walked to stand next to you, arms leaning against the railing, a sigh emitting from his figure. You followed his actions your body becoming tired from all of tonight’s happenings.

Wait, why did this make him even cuter than before?

You laughed to yourself your weariness getting the best of you, causing you to think exceedingly truthful all of the sudden. You leaned over and saw his exhausted expression, knowing he never meant to let his secret let go so easily.

You nudged him with your shoulder, turning towards him, “If it makes you feel any better, having Peter Parker save me from a mugger was at the top of my bucket list.”

He looked in your direction, a smile spreading his pink lips, eyes smiling with it as he realized that as of right now, Peter was greater than Spider-Man.

And you knew it too.

sun’s out, fun’s out

Summary: the Barnes family spend the day at the beach || FLUFF || bucky x reader

Warnings: none, just cuteness

Notes: inspired by @retroasgardian trying to kill me with cute headcanons; here we have Bucky with three kids - Samuel Grant (who goes by Grant), Anna Margaret, and little Rebecca Natalia.

I might make a dad!bucky series idk, who would want that?

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Rotten Judgement - part 8

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,997 (see what I did there?)

Warnings: the usual + Blood, Mention of Torture 

A/N: The final chapter. Thank you all for your feedback, you literally tricked me into writing more ;) I adore you guys ♥ There’s an epilogue coming this Sunday bc it was already super long. 

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“People do crazy things… when they’re in love.”

Nat gave Bucky a curt nod as she slowly closed the door. He stared at the closed door for a long moment, trying to understand the meaning behind her words.

Was she taunting him? Surely you couldn’t have sacrificed your life unless you truly loved him. He started pacing back and forth as he talked to himself.

“You are, by far, the most stubborn person I have ever met,” Bucky groaned, talking to your lifeless body. “If I say ‘black’, you say ‘white.’ You never listen. It’s like you enjoy winding me up or something.”

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Jerome x reader smut
Word Count: 3501 
Warnings: masturbation, oral, sex, language, breath play, areas of dub/non con for touching, reader is definitely a murderer, threats galore.


I’m hungry for a fix. I’m hungry for the pace of the thrill and chase.

Your first night in Arkham. Still confused, still on edge at the idea of being surrounded by murderers. It’s his hands drifting over the skin of your ankles pulls you from sleep. A scream starts to build in your throat at the sight of him standing above you, but before you can even open your mouth, Jerome is chuckling.

“Whatever noise you make, nobody will come.” You stare at him, your heart pounding to the extent that you think your chest is moving with the force. It takes him a second to register your alarm. Jerome hits his forehead, chiding himself, before returning his gaze to you. “Wait. That made me sound crazy, didn’t it? Scratch that. I mean the guards don’t care about screaming murderers. It doesn’t matter either way. If anybody here is going to hurt you, it’s not me.”  

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You’ll always have me ∾ montgomery de la cruz

Originally posted by despairingfever

posted 4/13/17

request? yes
Saw that you said you wrote for 13rw and I just had to request. Can you do an imagine where the reader and Montgomery are best friends and the reader is Justin’s little sister so when the mom’s boyfriend beats her she goes to Montgomery and he comforts her and more fluff? Thank you !

pairing(s): justin x sister!reader , montgomery x reader (platonic) 

warnings: plenty of cussing

words: 1032

a/n: i couldn’t find any other gifs so that was the best i could find, oops.
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Ok Real Talk Tho...

☆ What if Bob and Alicia tried everything to have Jack earlier on and nothing worked?

●I’m mean like everything. Different positions (painful/awkward ones), change in diet, praying to God, Satan, or both.

●It’s not unheard of, but they argued about what to do next. Should they try going to the doctors and try to have something done, keep going at it until they get lucky, or give up?

They’ll forgive and calm down. Heading to bed determined to try again.

●Sometimes Alicia will find Bob defeated in the baby room crying silently. He would be sitting on a chair while looking at the stuffed animal in his hand as tears fall from his face.

It’s a moose that says Jacque Laurent Zimmermann on the belly.

☆ One day Alicia went to the bathroom early in the morning and used a pregnancy test on instinct. She mentally curses herself and looks at the device; expecting the result to be the same.

There’s 2 lines and her eyes nearly fall out of her head with how wide they got. She tries with another one. Same result…

●Bob was still sleeping when he heard his wife scream like she was about be murdered and flies out of bed with as much grace as a drunk; falling face-first and breaking his nose.

This doesn’t stop Bob as he’s running towards the Bathroom at full speed. Upon reaching said room, he kicks the door open with full force and is frantically searching for Alicia, only to find her staring at a pregnancy test.

☆ Bob would’ve been pretty upset at her for waking him up so early, but when he begins to remember it’s a pregnancy test making HER act like this. He stands at full attention…is she actually?

●She is and Bob passes out. Not from the sheer excitement, but from a surprising blood loss from his nose. He wakes up in a hospital bed, thinking it was a dream until Alicia shows him the test herself.

☆ Jack may have been born an “Ugly Baby” to some, but Alicia and Bob could care far less about what others think because they have been trying so hard for this. For Jack to be born into the world.

●Alicia can’t have another one due to the complications she had with Jack. It’s okay though; they finally were able to have one of their one. That’s all that matters and they can’t wait to tell the story to Jack and his future lover in the future.

actual things that happen in the Book of Mormon/why it is the most Extra™ musical ever
  • “Have fun in hell!”
  • *doorbell buzzes* “HELLO WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE RELIGIONS I HAVE A FREE BOOK WRITTEN BY JESUS”
  • Norway: land of gnomes and trolls
  • France: land of pastries and turtlenecks
  • Japan: land of soy sauce and Mothra
  • Elder Price’s lifelong dream is to get sent on a mission to Orlando, Florida, but instead he gets sent to Uganda
  • “UGANDA! COOL! ….where is that.”
  • Kevin goes along with the happy upbeat choreography despite feeling extremely ripped off
  • “well, he has a very active imagination–” “I LIE A LOT!” “no”
  • Kevin’s dad actually gets a random woman to dress up like someone in The Lion King and sing Circle of Life
  • “Personally I like Star Wars, but I’m willing to like Star Trek more if you think it’s better”
  • the writers probably only made Price’s first name Kevin because it rhymed with heaven
  • You and Me (But Mostly Me) aka every group project ever
  • Arnold tries to make a video diary
  • Josh Gad screaming
  • the entirety of Hasa Diga Eebowai (it’s such a jam though)
  • “Raise your middle finger to the sky and curse his rotten name!” “wait what”
  • “Well, let’s see. Eebowai means God, and Hasa Diga means, Fuck you. So I guess in English it would be: Fuck you, God!” “WHAT?!
  • Cunningham gets REALLY into it.
  • someone tries to fuck a baby
  • “But that’s horrible!” “I know!” “Hasa Diga Eebowai!”
  • everyone has AIDS
  • Nabulungi has the purest expression on her face while doing the most vulgar choreography ever
  • All the nicknames for Nabulungi, including but not limited to: Bambamchelfi, Jon Bon Jovi, Hockaloogie, Nagasaki, Nabagamba, Neutrogena, Neosporin, Nintendo 64, Nordstrom, and Nutella
  • Elder Poptarts
  • a fun, lighthearted tap number about repressing your emotions
  • Elder Thomas was out buying an iPhone while his sister was dying of cancer
  • “My hetero side just won” *thumps chest*
  • when the lights go down and when they go back up all of the Mormons are dancing and wearing pink sparkly vests. Including Kevin.
  • “Imagine that your brain is made of tiny boxes, then find the box that’s gay and CRUSH IT!
  • Andrew fucking Rannells had to have the words “no, no, i’m not having gay thoughts” come out of his mouth
  • the sound of tap dancing in the background as Elder McKinley leaves the living quarters
  • “There is no Bishop Donaghue! I made him up!”
  • arnold cunningham just wants his dad to be proud of him for once
  • Cunningham steals Price’s blanket despite having one of his own
  • Nabulungi uses a typewriter as a texting device
  • Cunningham has a panic attack when he sees that there’s no doorbell
  • Gotswana has maggots in his scrotum
  • “what the fuck is a steak knife”
  • General Butt Fucking Naked
  • Nabulungi, one of the purest characters in musical theatre, singing “soon life won’t be so… shitty”
  • AFRICA IS NOTHING LIKE THE LION KING.
  • “So he crawled up on that cross, and he stuck it out” hjdhfjqgfhnjs
  • Elder Cunningham hip thrusting to rock metal
  • “YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER” *stabs Darth Vader*
  • “Heavenly Father, why do you let bad things happen? More to the point, why do you let bad things happen to me?”
  • “We will listen to the fat white guy”
  • right as Act 1 ends, Gotswana reminds us that he has maggots in his scrotum
  • “i know you’re really depressed, what with all your AIDS and everything,”
  • Arnold’s conscience consists of his father, Joseph Smith, Moroni, hobbits, and Yoda
  • arnold convinces everyone that fucking a frog is the solution to all your problems
  • clitoris
  • Boba Fett
  • Kevin mistakes hell for disneyworld
  • Elder Price has spent his life plagued by guilt over blaming his brother for eating a donut with maple glaze when he was five (5) years old
  • Elder Price has a nightmare that he gets sent to hell and Jesus calls him a dick
  • spooky wooky
  • Hitler makes an appearance, because of course he does
  • Elder Price thinks abandoning your mission companion is worse than serial murder and genocide
  • McKinley dancing seductively with the red boa
  • Jeffrey Dahmer and Kevin’s dad having anal sex
  • McKinley blowing Hitler
  • the music stops just so Kevin can scream that he can’t believe Jesus called him a dick
  • “That would take something… incredible” *spotlight on Kevin as his head whips around to face the audience fast enough to get whiplash*
  • Andrew Rannells licking his lips every other line at the Tonys
  • “AND I BELIEVE THAT IN 1978, GOD CHANGED HIS MIND ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE” (“BLACK PEOPLE”)
  • Elder Price forces General Butt Fucking Naked to dance with him
  • baptism is a euphemism for sex
  • “I’M WET WITH SALVATION”
  • A song called I Am Africa sung by the whitest people ever with the whitest choreography ever
  • Elder Price actually gets the Book of Mormon shoved up his ass
  • “let us smile and laughrica”
  • Elder Price drinks twelve (12) cups of coffee because he’s lost all faith in the Mormon religion
  • just fucking. planet orlando
  • orlando (reprise)
  • “I’m Joseph Smith, and I’m going to fuck this baby!” “WHAT”
  • Moroni from the Starship Enterprise
  • “Will you fight the clitoris man?”
  • magical fuck frog
  • “Let’s be really fucking polite to everyone!”
  • the dysentary sequence
  • Jesus wanting everyone to fuck each other and everyone wears HUGE dick garments
  • “SHE’S GONNA GET HER CLIT CUT OFF AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT”
  • Nabulungi convinces everyone that Elder Cunningham was eaten by lions and then Cunningham walks in and they’re like “HE HAS RISEN”
  • “If you do not get out of this village right now, he is gonna command the Angel Moroni… from the DEATH STAR… and unleash the KRAKEN! Which will then…” “Which will then launch Joseph Smith’s TORPEDOES from its mouth of CHRIST and turn you into a LESBIAN!”
  • the fact that that somehow scares off General Butt Fucking Naked
  • elder price says fuck
  • “my name is Elder Butt Fucking Naked.” (brief pause) “did you know that the clitoris is a holy sacred thing”
  • The book of Arnold
  • the last line of the show is literally Gotswana singing “I still have maggots in my scrotum!”

It’s a nice cafe where they are waiting for JJ. Yuri slumps on the chair and chewing his muffin while Otabek is sipping Vanilla Latte when a group of hockey players stride through the door, joking around and generally being loud. Yuri frowns at them. 

“—shouldn’t even be a hero of Russia anyway,” one of them says and the others nod in agreement.  

“He wasn’t so impressive,” another adds. “The judges were probably bribed too.” 

“I know! What’s so good about that guy anyway? Living Legend my ass, he’s more like Balding Legend instead.” They laughed at the comment. 

“Yeah, but you know what I hate?” A blond guy sips his coffee noisily. “That he can fucking get Katsuki. Like what the fuck? Katsuki wastes his time for that guy.” 

Otabek sees Yuri’s eyes widen as he swears, “What the fuck!?” 

“Bet I could rock his Eros more, if you know what I mean,” the man drawls. 

Uh oh, Otabek winces. 

“THE FUCK DID YOU SAY, MOTHERFUCKERS?” Yuri slams his hand on the table, eyes glaring on the hockey players across their table. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TALKING SHIT ABOUT THE OLD MAN?” He stands up to fight them, but Otabek luckily catches his arm in time. “HE FUCKING HAS MORE GOLD MEDALS THAN ALL OF YOU STUPID ASS COMBINED!” 

“WHAT THE HELL PUNK!?” All hockey players stand up, Otabek can see some of them grabbing the hockey sticks. 

They need to abort, now. 

Yuri, however, is undaunted by their display of aggression. With impressive flexibility, he raises his foot and kicks Otabek’s Vanilla Latte straight to the men. The paper cup spills the drink all over them and Yuri smirks, “Heh.” 

It is, in a true chaotic situation that Otabek manages to impress himself by slapping some money on the table for all the troubles the Café goes through; dragging Yuri by the back of his shirt out of the café; and running through the street with an angry Yuri and a horde of angrier hockey players. 

“Let go of me, Beka! I need to teach these assholes!” 

As if Otabek will let Yuri throws himself to the wolves. It’s a good thing that Yuri is smaller than him, but still he gets tired from running and holding Yuri back at the same time; while Yuri’s energy is fueled by rage and it seems there’s no stopping for the hockey players either. 

Luckily, a superhero comes to rescue. 

“Beka? Yura? What are you doing?” JJ’s eyes are wide as he quickly follows them running, taking the sight of Otabek agitated face as he drags murderous Yuri. 

“Behind,” Otabek wheezes and JJ turns his head. 

“Never mind.” JJ hauls Yuri on his shoulders. 

The horde of hellhounds are still on their heels and Yuri—still perched on JJ’s shoulders—screams, “FUCK ALL OF YOU! VICTOR NIKIFOROV IS THE GREATEST FIGURE SKATER IN THE WORLD AND YUURI KATSUKI HAS NO TIME FOR ALL OF YOU PATHETIC SCUMS!!!” 


A viral video is posted that day, and Victor can’t stop crying about ‘his darling son, defending his parents’ honor’. 

That day, incidentally is the same day Victor lost some of his hair by said son tearing it off from anger and embarrassment. 

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Because I Love You | Theo Raeken x Y/n

episode : 6 , season 6 

prompt: Takes place when Liam ‘ressurects’ Theo with Kira’s sword.


Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Liam, Hayden , Mason and you discuss about Liam’s plan of buying a lightning rod to catch ghost riders.

“A lightning rod costs 25 hundred dollars…” Mason trails off. Liam and you grimace, not knowing what else to do.

You guys were able to figure out that Mr.Douglas saw the ghost riders, asking him for help. Mr.Douglas explains how he can’t even build a conduit that could even absorb that much energy.

As you all walk out of his classroom in defeat, Liam speaks up.

“What if… we find someone that can absorb that much lightning?” Liam suggests, you and Hayden turn around to face him.

“ I don’t think even Kira can absorb that much energy” Hayden huffs at Liam’s bizarre idea.

“Josh did it, he ate electricity” Liam states; you raise your eyebrows.

“ Good job Liam. You did it. Now lets go resurrect the dead” you sarcastically say.

“ Josh may be dead but his powers aren’t” Liam says looking down. Your breath hitched.

What is this boy suggesting right now?


“Liam….” Hayden trails, looking at him suspiciously.

Hours later, Mason comes by to pick you up.

You bite your lip nervously, unsure of what Liam has in plan; hoping that it doesn’t involve who you think it involves.

You close your eyes drifting off as mason sped through the streets.

‘Hi, name’s Theo Raeken…..’

‘y/n’

‘That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl’

‘Babe! Come take a picture with me ‘

‘You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met ‘

‘Shut up Raeken’

‘ I love you y/n’

‘…. I love you too’

Your eyes open as Mason abruptly stops the car. You rub your eyes vigorously; not believing you even bothered to think about him.

Every step you took leading to the tunnel got heavier, your heart pounding. You see Liam and Hayden eyeing you.

“You Okay y/n?” Hayden asks, placing her hand on your shoulder. You glance at Liam to see him looking away from you. Your heart gets heavier.

“I don’t know”

You guys start walking into the tunnels to be greeted by Mrs. Yukimura and Kira’s sword. She hands it to Liam telling him whatever happens, Liam will be at fault.

At this point you were shaking in fear, you already know what’s going to happen.

The last time you saw him he was dragged into the ground. You cried endlessly. Your love literally was dragged into hell.

You watch as Liam stabs the concrete with the sword; Hayden tried stopping him but was too late.

You watch as a familiar hand sticks out of the ground, you grab onto Hayden; not believing what’s actually happening.

He jumps out of the ground and grabs Liam by the collar.

Yelling and asking where is his sister; then continues to scream that he’s gonna kill us all.

Hayden quickly jumps in and pleads with Theo, explaining that they brought him back. You stand there heavily breathing, not knowing what to do.

Liam retaliates and grabs Theo, yelling that he’ll send him back. You look up to stare at Liam.

“No” you said lowly. Theo and Liam turn to you.

You watch as Theo’s eyes widen.

“Babe…” you heart jumps out of your body as those words left his lips. Your emotions overwhelm you.

So there’s only one solution.

RUN

You turn around and quickly ran out of the tunnel, seeing him after all he’s done, scared you.

You hear heavy footsteps gaining onto you, you push a little harder to run faster but to no avail. Strong arms wrap around you forcing you to stop.

You hadn’t noticed earlier, but tears were streaming down your face like waterfalls.

“y/n calm down” he whispers, holding onto you.

“ LET ME GO” you scream, thrashing around. All the things he’s done to your friends, the people he has killed, rushes through your head.

“ y/n its me” he says softly

“ yeah, a god fucking murderer let go of me!” you yell, thrashing around will only exhaust you, so you stopped, just silently cried.

Seeing you like this, pained Theo. He did what he had to do to survive with the dread doctors, to protect you. His heart aches seeing you sob so much over the fear of him. He listens to your heart beat, the one thing that calmed him, is now pounding out of control.

He closes his eyes, as he intakes your scent he has yearned for forever. He slowly lets you go, knowing that he has lost you forever.

You quickly made distance between the two of you, wiping your tears angrily.

“I’m sorry y/n” he says sadly, looking down.

“Fuck off” you growl.

“ Theo we brought you out so you could help us with the ghost riders, they took our friends and a whole lot of others” Liam interjects. you feel Theo’s eyes scanning you, so you walk towards Hayden.

“ I’ll do it, anything for y/n” he says staring at you.

“ what a dickwad” you whisper into Hayden’s back, currently hiding from him; like a small child.

Theo chuckles a little.

Good to know her personality hasn’t changed at all

“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it” Theo huffs, glancing at Liam.

Don’t worry Y/n, I’m going to protect you whether you like it or not.

Because I love you.

Guilty Secrets

You couldn’t lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don’t know if I’d call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt.

I don’t mean she was good at reading expressions or picking up on body language; she could literally see manifestations of people’s guilt following them around. It started with Whiskey, our childhood cat. Mom said he’d decided to move out to the country to enjoy his old age, but Cassidy kept seeing him lying at Mom’s feet, completely still and stiff.

She asked Mom over and over why Whiskey wasn’t moving until Mom started to sob and admitted she’d had to put our kitty to sleep. She’d felt so guilty about lying and about her “betrayal” to Whiskey, her beloved companion of seventeen years, but she’d wanted to protect us from death for a little while longer.

In her grief, Mom didn’t think to ask Cassidy how she’d known the truth.

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All the stories said that the gallows called, but to Julian they sounded more like a scream.

Or perhaps that was the crowd of spectators, their leers and yells becoming a ghastly chorus as loud as his raging heart in his ears. Sweat dripped down his forehead and coated his bare hands. His hands, pale white and exposed to the world that expected them to be forever stained red. Precious few were satisfied by the black murderer’s brand on the back of his hand in comparison to his crime.

As it was, the only thing his hands remembered was the warmth of the apprentice’s face. Julian curled his hands into fists to hide their shaking, even if he could feel his expression betray his raw struggle to remain upright. He walked, one foot in front of the other, guards surrounding him, and the hangman’s noose casting a shadow in the dying daylight.

If he had to die, Julian supposed, he was grateful to do it when the stars glimmered in the sky above him. He always preferred the darkness and the security it brought him. Nights gave him the chance to meet with the apprentice, after all, and the sweetness of their mouth was more than satisfying for the ghastly threat hanging over their heads.

The memories kept him from falling to his knees. He needed to make it to the platform for the promise to see them again. He had very little else here in Vesuvia, besides his little sister. Asra was merely a ghost now, unresponsive to Julian’s questions and begging, and he had vanished just hours after returning.

As much as Julian loved to see Asra crushed by emotional distress, the price was not worth it. Seeing Asra lose all the color in his face was not worth watching the apprentice crumple to the ground like a puppet cut of its strings. Knowing that Asra’s broken heart was being cradled only by his ribs was not worth the constant reel of memories playing in Julian’s head.

Nothing was worth watching the apprentice step forward and beg Nadia for Julian’s life, only for a nervous guard to strike out at them with a swipe of his sword. He had watched them scrambled to save the apprentice’s life, begging to be brought to their side. He watched the apprentice grow limp, blood staining the polished marble underneath them, and he had watched them die.

Julian watched them bleed to death, his curse burning his throat as sharply as his tears did, and he had felt the most overwhelming type of anger. He loathed Asra for this curse, because it came with the knowledge that he had the power that no one else had, to save them, but he couldn’t even do that.

Perhaps Nadia was surprised by how willingly Julian allowed himself to be dragged to the dungeons after that. Every ounce of rebellion drained away from him. After all, a hanging was more acceptable when he knew that it was punishment not for Lucio’s death, but for theirs.

Everything fell away the closer he got to the platform. Every single step washed away the sounds of the bloodthirsty spectators and the list of crimes the warden read from. Julian could only see the rope with his fate written on it, and the promise it brought.

“Do you have any last words, Doctor Devorak?”

Julian had hundreds, but none of them were for the people in this audience. The people he wanted to speak to were both ghosts of different definitions that had been swept away by something out of his control.

Yet when a soft breeze gently brushed away a wayward lock of his hair from his face, Julian couldn’t help it. He hoped they were listening.

“My name is Ilya,” he said.

When the noose was laid around his neck, the call sounded like the apprentice’s voice saying his name, sweet and achingly familiar. Julian smiled, and the world fell out from under his feet.

The Last Pit part 2/2 - Batmom x Batfamily

Finally, here’s the second part. Sorry for the delay, it’s not even that I lacked inspiration, I just got caught in a lot of other stuffs :-). I let you guys choose the ending, between a happy or a sad one…and I’m not gonna tell you which one I decided to write ;-). Surprise. I might have not listen to what you asked… Anyway, I hope you guys will like it ! And that you won’t be disappointed

As usual, feedbacks are very welcome

PART 1                

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It’s his son’s screams, that haunt him the most. The blood splattered on his face. Each of his actions mirroring his own when he was but an eight year old child witnessing his own parent’s murder…

It’s also the fact that he couldn’t even say goodbye, couldn’t even see your face full of life before you died…You were gone before he reached you, could life be more cruel ? 

Yes. It could. It could by constantly torturing him with nightmares of this fateful night. By torturing him with vivid nightmares, not missing any details of what happened, and making him wake up in a start at his son’s screams, screaming himself. 

That night wasn’t an exception. Once again he got the same bad dreams. Once again he woke up, screaming his pain, crying the loss of the love of his life. 

From his bedroom, Damian could hear his father’s distress…and he couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight had to be the night. 

Making sure to not make any suspicious noise while going down to the batcave (though he doubt his father would even notice), he goes to join his brothers who are getting ready to go out and patrol. To take their mind off of their father’s pain, off of their own pain, and to not think much about your death. 

They barely notice their youngest brother coming in, about ready to take off, when his voice, implacable, almost like daring them to resist him, resonate in the cave : 

-We’re leaving now. 

They turn to Damian, surprised, a bit confused as to what he’s talking about. Tim, being the quickest thinker, understands first and says : 

-We’re not ready Dams. We need to prepare so many things still ! If we’re going into this unprepared, then we’re as good as dead too, and everything will be useless. We don’t know how many people your grandfather left to…

-I don’t care Tim ! I want my mom back, and I can’t bear father’s screams every night !! I WANT HER BACK ALRIGHT ?! LET’S GO NOW ! 

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Don’t Be Afraid - Harry Hook x Reader

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a Harry hook X reader imagine where the daughter is the of princess Tiana. Maybe something  about the reader trying to help Harry get over his fear of alligators/crocodiles (they could be playing a game to try and guess each other’s fears) since Captain Hook is obviously terrorfied of the creatures where as Tiana’s and Naveen’s best friend is literally a saxophone playing crocodile. I know it’s very long and specific but I feel like it could be quite cute xxx 

A/N I would like to thank @jugheadismyking for the request I had so much fun writing this and I hope you love it (: 

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reddie + 14?

yES good choice 

14. sitting on someone’s lap

It was a Friday night and the Losers decided to kick off the weekend with a horror movie marathon at Bill’s house since his parents were going to be away for the weekend with his little brother Georgie.

They had spent the past thirty minutes arguing over which horror movie to watch before Beverly shut them all up and picked one on Netflix called Hush. The Losers all squeezed together on the furniture in Bill’s living room: Bill and Stan were cuddled together in the recliner while Ben, Beverly, Mike, and Eddie squeezed together on the couch, leaving Richie alone on the ground, something he was not very happy about. At least Beverly had the decency to play with his hair.

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Napkin List

summary: tony’s taste in music rubs off on bucky. much to his surprise, during a rock concert bucky catches the eye of y/n, an intriguing young girl who is planning to go out for drinks after the gig.  

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 6k+

warnings: drinking, lots of people in a small space, accidental elbow in nose resulting in some bleeding, marilyn manson bc he should be a warning of his own luv him

a/n: i’ve been thinking about bucky developing an interest in pop culture and exploring things he likes and just becoming his own independent person for so long. this is basically a drabble about bucky becoming a rock music fan after hydra

It all started off when Steve decided to make Bucky a list of all the things he had to catch up on.

He got the idea from Sam, who helped him make a similar list for himself when Steve was first recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.. Steve’s list was pretty short and undetailed; it took him less than a month to get through it, and frankly, once he reached the bottom, he felt as though he had lost a hobby he very much enjoyed.

That’s why, when sitting down to make a list for Bucky, Steve knew he had to make it long, detailed and interesting. First, he put down the obvious choices. Not only was he making the list to stop Bucky from pointlessly staring at the wall, but he also felt like after the many years that had passed, the two of them needed new things of common interest to talk about.

Things like Star Wars, Harry Potter, Rocky and Titanic were something Bucky had to get to know. Steve knew his best friend would appreciate the right amount of fantasty, action and romance movies on the list.

Steve sat and thought long and hard about the things Bucky would enjoy. He put down Jussaric Park, Pulp Fiction, Game of Thrones and Twilight which he personally found beyond interesting despite the rest of the team teasing him about it.

After over an hour of sitting alone at the kitchen island, chewing the end of his pencil and staring at the page in front of him, Steve heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

It was just Tony, taking a break from whatever he was doing in his lab in order to grab a drink from the fridge. When he saw Steve sitting alone, he glanced at the page he had in front of him with one dark eyebrow cocked.

”What do you have there?” Tony wondered aloud, sending Steve an expectant look before grabbing a bottle of ice cold water from the fridge. Tony unscrewed the cap, continuing to look at his friend curiously.

“I’m making Bucky a list of all the things he needs to catch up on. I pretty much have all the movies down, but I’m not sure what next.”

Tony thought about it for a moment, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. He hummed thoughtfully, tapping his foot against the black tiled floor and finally smiling a little.

”Music is a big one, and I think I might have a few ideas.”

And even though Bucky and Tony didn’t exactly get along, Tony knew what the ex-assassin would take an interest in. Tony and Steve sat together for almost forty minutes. Their time spent together consisted of Tony gushing about his favourite bands and Steve grimacing at the mention of their names.

Truth be told, Steve didn’t particularly like the music Tony listened to in his lab. Maybe it was the violent drums or the harsh guitar solos; or maybe just the fact that Tony had a habit of turning up the volume at three in the morning when Steve was trying to sleep. Whatever the reason, he didn’t think Bucky would be into this kind of music and he felt somewhat hesitant to put it down onto the page, scared that it might discourage Buck from exploring the rest of the list.

However, after a lot of nagging and elbowing in the ribs from Tony’s side, Steve rolled his eyes and scribbled down several of the bands the brunette recommended. And much to Steve’s surprise, within a week of receiving the list, Bucky was blaring Nirvana, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Green Day, Slipknot and Sex Pistols in his room, and all Steve received was a knowing look of “I told you so” from Tony.

Every day during his morning run, Bucky would plug in his earphones and listen to another couple of songs by the bands Tony recommended. The unforgiving drums, the brutal thumps and fierce screaming pushed Bucky to run faster, feeling hot adrenaline pumping through his veins with each verse and line.

After a long, lively and frankly draining run, he’d return to the compound and toss his phone onto the bed, then switch on the stereo in his room, turn the volume up loud and head for the shower.

Bucky would listen to Tony’s favourite bands while training, while lying in bed, while reading books and even while trying to fall asleep at night. It was safe to say that within a few days he became a diehard fan.

By the end of the month, Bucky’s closet was filling up with new band t-shirts, and there was a growing stack of CDs on his bedside table.

Steve couldn’t believe how much Buck had taken to liking this violent music he personally couldn’t stand listening to.

Every morning he’d watch Bucky with utmost disbelief when he entered the kitchen in another band tee. In the following months, the guy had even started wearing black skinny jeans, which was something not even Natasha could wrap her head around.

She liked that Bucky was slowly finding himself and exploring his interests. But if three months ago someone would’ve told her Barnes, the born pre-war golden boy turned master assassin would become a rock band fanatic, she’d probably laugh in their face. Anyone would say it was the most unexpected turn of events.

So, when Bucky’s birthday rolled around, everyone pretty much knew what to get him. Whether it was band posters, wristbands, CDs or t-shirts, Bucky’s childish grin remained as he opened box after box of presents on his birthday morning.

Over the weeks between Buck receiving the list and his birthday, he had grown surprisingly close to Tony. Despite the rough start of their relationship, the two bonded over their shared love of AC/DC and every couple of days the two of them would hang out in the lab, talking, and sometimes Tony would even let Buck help him tinker with his work.

It wasn’t a surprise, therefore, that among the sparkly gift bags and wrapped boxes Buck was handed on his birthday, was a small present from Tony. It was an envelope with two concert tickets inside, a post-it with a message for Buck stuck onto one of them.

Your arm won’t be the only thing metal at the venue.

Bucky shook his head with a grin, glancing up at Tony and expelling a laugh. Tony only shrugged, obviously proud of his lame pun, a bright grin stetching across his face.

“There’s two tickets, and while I’d love to go with you, I’m afraid I’m busy that evening so you will have to take someone else,” the brunette sighed, honestly kind of bummed he couldn’t attend.

“Whose concert is it?” Steve asked, wondering briefly if he’d be able to withstand two hours of aggressive drumming and screaming.

“It’s Manson,” Tony answered casually as Bucky scanned the tickets. Tony was pleased with Buck’s reaction to the gift; a wide smile stretched across his face and he could already sense the soldier’s excitement.

“The murderer?” Steve cocked a brow, eyes narrowed. To say he was oblivious about this type of music was an understatement.

“Rogers, your lack of respect for rock music is honestly quite startling,” Natasha shook her head, smirking at Steve who only rolled his eyes. The redhead’s grin remained as she made her way towards Bucky and plucked one of the tickets out of his hand.

“Marilyn Manson’s career was at its peak during my teenage years so there is no way I’ll let you bring someone else,” she told Bucky with a threatening point of her index finger. The brunette only chuckled; he wasn’t going to protest in the first place. “I’m coming and that’s that.”

Another few weeks had to pass before the concert rolled around, and it felt that the more time passed, the more excited Bucky became. He hadn’t previously listened much to the artist they were going to see, but after listening to Nat ramble about how great the music was, Buck went on to listen to every single song on every single album.

It was a different kind of music to what he had previously been engrossed in. These tracks were filled with rage, and passion and emotion that Bucky always knew he felt but never saw the need to express. This type of music, the lyrics and the fast beat was perfect for late night training sessions with a punching bag, his knuckles aggressively slamming the cold surface until the bag would fall to the floor.

The music made Bucky want to scream; to express his frustration and anger in a way that didn’t involve hurting others. He wanted to punch and kick and scream and shout until he couldn’t no more, and then lay on the floor, feeling nothing but utmost calm.

This type of music allowed him to deal with his rage and angst without hurting anyone and honestly, Bucky found the feeling to be addicting.

So, when the night of the concert finally arrived, Bucky couldn’t stop the feeling of adrenaline and excitement from making his heart beat faster as he pulled on a Manson t-shirt and tied his hair into a low bun.

Natasha was waiting for him downstairs when Bucky emerged from his room and they spent the duration of the ride to the venue discussing their favourite songs and wondering how the night would turn out.

Bucky had to admit he was a bit nervous to attend. Sure, he loved the music and to hear it live was something he yearned to experience. However, he was a bit anxious about the packed venue, the screaming and pushing crowd. He wasn’t exactly a fan of small spaces but he hoped this wouldn’t ruin his night.

He was also quite scared of standing out. He half expected the venue to be filled with teenagers covered in eyeliner and college students who reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He didn’t exactly fit either of these descriptions and with Natasha - who always knew how to blend in - by his side, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of being the only person over the age of twenty five there. Let alone the only person over the age of one hundred.

However, upon their arrival, Bucky and Natasha found themselves being welcomed by a group around Nat’s age who seemed to be just as excited to see the performance as they were. They were a nice bunch and Bucky liked the jokes they made and the fact that they included them in their conversation as they stood in the queue outside the venue, waiting for the door to open.

Just as expected, the place was packed by the time everyone was let in, but somehow Bucky and Nat found a spot to enjoy the concert from less than five rows from the stage. They were standing to the left of the stage, and when the music began to play, Bucky was thankful they were this close to the bar.

For almost an hour Buck and Nat screamed along to the lyrics, clear plastic cups of beer in the air, long hair falling in front of their eyes. It wasn’t long before Bucky spotted some guy with his girlfriend on his shoulders and soon he was yelling into Nat’s ear, telling her he wanted her to get up onto his back.

Unfortunately, only moments passed before one of the security guards told her to get down and although Nat wanted to tell the bald guy to piss off, she didn’t want to get kicked out of the venue. And while they were disappointed for a while, their dismay quickly evaporated when Bucky did the unbelievable and got into the mosh pit in the centre of the crowd.

Nat watched from the sidelines, trying to keep her eyes on Buck and failing miserably when he disappeared among the chaotic crowd. When he returned, his hair had completely fallen out of its original bun and Buck had lost the beer he once held.

“Didn’t take you for a mosh pit kind of guy,” Natasha yelled to him over the piercing music, and Bucky laughed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think I elbowed some guy in the stomach,” he admitted, his wide grin remaining. His face was reddened from the heat of the venue and adrenaline. Bucky had never felt so alive; not even during missions and he promised himself he’d attend more concerts from that moment on.

“These things can get pretty violent,” the redhead screamed back, taking a sip of her beer. Bucky’s eyes fell upon her plastic cup, noticing that she was slowly beginning to run out.

“I’ll go get us more,” he shouted, and Natasha nodded, turning her attention back to the stage.

Buck’s heart thumped rapidly as he pushed through the crowd, his smile wide despite the apologies tumbling past his lips for stepping on people’s feet. His hair was sticking to his face and neck, and his fingertips burned his skin when he touched his cheek. However, despite the high temperature, Bucky felt beyond fantastic and he didn’t want the gig to end any time soon.

Finally, after what felt like minutes of pushing through the crowd, Bucky reached the bar and slowly made his way towards the counter. His grin remained as he waited for the bartender to get through the people ahead of him, rushing to get everyone the right drinks.

He continued to watch the concert from his spot in the queue, tapping his foot to the beat of the song until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head slowly, eyes falling upon a girl in denim shorts and fishnet tights, looking up at him with a bloodied tissue pressed to her nose.

“Just thought I’d come say thanks, eh, for breaking my face,” she announced, and despite the crimson tissue covering the lower half of her face, Buck could tell she was frowning. He could already feel the colour draining from his face, his lips parting in utter surprise.

Up until that moment he was convinced he had elbowed the blonde guy with the dreadlocks next to him in the mosh pit. What he didn’t expect was a girl the crowd could’ve easily squished in the pit.

“I’m so-” he began, wanting nothing more than to apologise but she cut him off, removing the tissue from under her nose to reveal an amused grin. She laughed heartily, obviously satisfied she succeeded in scaring him.

“Sorry?” She finished for him, one eyebrow cocked. “I figured. I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice shirt,” she nodded to what he was wearing.

When Bucky looked down, he realised they were wearing matching t-shirts, excepts hers was tucked into her denim shorts and she was wearing what looked like a long sleeved fishnet top beneath it. She was wearing a damn lot of fishnet and her heavy boots told Bucky she knew how to avoid getting her toes stepped on during concerts like these. She obviously felt at home at the venue and Bucky wondered if she was a frequent concert goer.

“Thanks,” he smiled back, laughing a bit. “I’m Bucky.”

Her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied him and for a moment the brunette felt somewhat awkward. Her eyes trailed from his face to the metal arm poking out from beneath the sleeve of his black t-shirt. She didn’t gawk at it as expected, just acknowledged its presence since she hadn’t noticed it before and lifted her gaze back up to his face. Bucky was thankful.

“Bucky Barnes? I knew you looked familiar. Big fan of your work,” she nodded, and he laughed quietly at her statement. Bucky glanced away when the music stopped, signalling a small break for the artist. Green smoke began to cover the stage like a sheet of radioactive fluorescent snow, the noise of chatter and laughter becoming louder. Buck noticed that a number of individuals were heading towards the bar where he was standing.

“A Manson concert would be the last place I thought I’d run into you.” She dabbed her nose with the tissue one more time, realising that it was no longer bleeding and releasing a contented breath at it.

“A Manson concert would be the last place I thought I’d find myself at less than two months ago,” he joked, his grin widening when Y/N laughed at his comment. “I’ve been exploring different rock and metal bands lately. We didn’t really have those in my day.”

The two moved up in the queue and Bucky was glad the younger girl followed him, continuing their conversation.

“Well, I can assure you there are plenty of them nowadays. I could introduce you to some really good, less known bands if you want. I’m here for different gigs every couple of weeks. My dad owns the place.”

Bucky smirked knowingly. “I had a feeling you came here often. You look like someone who knows their music.”

She shrugged her shoulders and Buck’s smile remained as the bartender approached them. He was a tall guy with dark hair and a white cloth draped over his shoulder. He nodded at Y/N, obviously knowing her well and asked Buck what he could get him.

“Actually,” Y/N cut in, flashing a bright grin. “I’d appreciate if you could get my friend here,” she placed a hand on Buck’s shoulder to prove her point, “and whoever he came with free drinks.”

The guy behind the bar chuckled at her typical antics. She had a habit of bringing friends to gigs and letting them drink for free. The bartender was familiar with all her friends but Bucky was a new guy. Despite this, he wasn’t going to protest.

“Friend, huh?” Bucky cocked a brow when the bartender left to pour them their drinks. Y/N ordered vodka and coke for herself while Bucky went for beer again.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” she pointed her index finger at him threateningly and both of them laughed.

“Anyway,” Y/N began after a moment of silence, and Buck could sense her change in demeanour. She bit her lip nervously and rocked on the balls of her feet. “My friend noticed it was you who elbowed me in the nose and she convinced me to come and talk to you.”

Bucky raised a brow, eyes narrowing. “Why?”

She chuckled, avoiding his gaze. “We thought you were cute and I kind of wanted to ask what you were doing after the concert. My whole group of friends are heading out for drinks and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?”

When Bucky hesitated, she tried to recover.

“I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want to. I totally understand. I thought maybe I could tell you about all those other bands I mentioned over a couple of drinks.”

She looked to the ground nervously as Bucky continued to stare at her as if she had grown another head. Was she asking him out? This was certainly unexpected.

“That sounds… interesting,” he nodded his head lightly, the corners of his lips curving upward. “I’m here with a friend, though. She’s gonna have to get home on her own.”

“She can come,” Y/N quickly piped up, smiling encouragingly. “The more the merrier.”

He laughed at her words, turning his head slowly when the bartender placed their drinks on the wooden bar. They reached out at the same time, grabbing their plastic cups and thanking the guy politely.

“I’ll find her and ask her about it,” Bucky announced, noticing that her grin was growing. “I’ll meet you outside after the concert?”

“I’ll be there,” she nodded solemnly, pressing her cup to her lips and slowly walking away to find her other friends.

It took Bucky another five minutes to locate Natasha among the crowd and by the time he reached her, the music break was almost over. She was indulged in a conversation with a guy with shoulder length blonde curls and glasses, laughing at something he said when she finally spotted Bucky approaching.

“Thanks Buck,” she smiled gratefully when he handed her the beer, then diverted her eyes back to her new friend. She introduced the two to each other and just as Bucky was about to ask Nat how she’d feel about going drinking after the gig, another person joined the conversation.

“So, you’ve found my shameless flirt of a cousin,” Y/N announced, smacking the blonde guy across the head. She introduced herself to Nat who shook her hand politely, then glanced at Bucky questioningly.

“And? Are you two gonna join us tonight or did this moron completely discourage you from it? I can assure you, the rest of the group isn’t as lame as this guy,” she told Natasha with a smile, forcing her cousin to roll his eyes at her.

“Join you where?” The redhead looked from Y/N to Bucky, waiting for one of them to elaborate.

“Y/N here invited us to join her and her friends for drinks after the gig. I elbowed her in the nose in the mosh pit,” Buck explained casually and when Nat looked at Y/N, the younger girl shrugged her shoulders.

“I should’ve punched him back instead of asking him out for drinks but I don’t think that would’ve worked out in my favour.”

Natasha’s lips curved up into a smirk and she sent Buck a knowing look. In response, the brunette looked at her questioningly. It seemed that something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint was going through Nat’s head and it made Bucky curious.

“I’m down for joining you guys,” Natasha nodded enthusiastically, and Y/N smiled brightly at both of them just before the music started again.

For the remainder of the concert Y/N and her cousin remained in close proximity of Nat and Bucky. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh at their passionate screaming of the lyrics at each other’s faces and when the concert ended, Bucky noticed that her face was red and her voice was lower from all the yelling.

Y/N led the way outside where the rest of the group waited for them; two guys and a girl, all of them in their mid twenties. Bucky and Natasha walked side by side as they approached the group.

“Steve is gonna be furious when he finds out you went out with a hot girl without telling him about it first,” Nat proclaimed, nudging him slightly with her elbow. “This whole thing is so spontaneous. I like it.”

They were introduced to the rest of the group and Bucky felt a little anxious when Nat abandoned him to walk with the curly haired guy from earlier on, but his worries melted away when Y/N appeared at his side.

“Turn that frown upside down,” she told him with a chuckle, studying his face until he did, in fact, smile.

“I’m the one who should be frowning,” she added. “My nose still tingles from the impact.”

Everyone seemed to be walking in pairs down the sidewalk and somehow Bucky and Y/N found themselves at the very back of the group. It was almost midnight and it was pretty darn cold, but thankfully the bar was only a few blocks away from the concert venue.

“For safety reasons I won’t be getting into mosh pits any time soon,” he laughed quietly. The group made a sharp turn to the left and suddenly they were entering a building Bucky had never noticed before despite walking down this very street on multiple occasions.

In contrast to the outside, the bar was warm and there was a bunch of people inside. Some were drinking at the bar, others munching on burgers in booths, a few standing around the mechanical bull in the centre of the room. The group quickly dispersed; Bucky noticed Nat heading towards one of the tables with her new friends, and the majority of the group made their way towards the bar.

“I think I’m in the mood for tequila,” Y/N said thoughtfully and Bucky nodded in agreement.

“Alright,” he answered. “How about you go get us a seat and I’ll grab us drinks?”

She didn’t say anything before nodding and walking off in the opposite direction. The queue at the bar was ten times smaller than the one at the venue and within moments Bucky was making his way towards where Y/N was already situated.

She chose a tall round table with giant stools on either side and a napkin holder perched in the middle of the circular surface. Bucky carefully placed the tray with six shots of tequila on the table and slowly took a seat.

The first shot made Bucky’s eyes screw shut and he thanked heavens for the sour lime which combated the bitterness of the drink. Y/N laughed at his expression, placing her own slice of lime in the now empty shot glass and blinking back tears at the sourness.

“Not a fan of tequila?” Y/N quirked a brow, pushing the first shot glass away and smiling in amusement.

Bucky shuddered. “I’ve never tried it before. It’s surely… interesting,” he announced with a nod.

“Not once? How did you know the salt came before the shot and the lime came after?”

Bucky’s cheeks reddened as he licked the remaining lime juice from his tingling lips. The alcohol made his insides warm and his tongue burn.

“I watched someone do a shot of it at the bar,” he admitted sheepishly and laughed at himself when the girl sitting opposite him expelled a quiet giggle. “I’m not much of a drinker. I mean, I like drinking, just don’t know much about it.”

“Neither do I. My knowledge of alcohol doesn’t go beyond vodka, tequila and rum,” she shrugged her shoulders. Bucky smiled at that and watched as she plucked a triangular folded napkin from the centre of the table. She placed it in front of her, smoothed it out and lifted her head.

“Oi,” she called out and immediately one of the guys they had arrived with was at her side. He was an artsy looking guy with blue hair and a brown leather messenger bag on his shoulder. He had a beer in his hand and seemed like the most quirky out of the whole group.

“Give me a pen,” Y/N told him with a grin and the guy didn’t say a word as he reached into his bag, pulled out an old, ragged, doodle covered notebook and found a black pen inside it. He handed it to Y/N, shook his head at her antics and walked off.

“He writes poetry. Really, it sounds as if he had swallowed a dictionary and started vomiting up words no one has ever heard of, but no one dares tell him they don’t understand it,” she chuckled, clicking the pen and taking a breath.

She looked to be deep in thought for a moment before finally pressing the pen to the napkin and beginning to write.

Bucky watched in awe as she scrunched up her face in concentration, her hair falling in front of her eyes as she wrote. He placed his elbow on the table, rested his head on his hand, and watched silently as she messily scribbled down song title after song title.

“I’m sure you’ve heard a few of these songs already but they’re my personal favourites and I couldn’t risk you going off and not knowing them,” she joked, cursing when the tip of the pen accidentally tore a bit  of the napkin, creating a small hole. As she continued to write, Bucky could see that the napkin was already covered in ink splotches.

Halfway through the creating process of the list, Y/N took a break and they downed their second shot of tequila, and soon after, the third. It wasn’t long before Y/N disappeared from the table and headed to the bar, getting them another round of drinks, this time coming back with blue cocktails with tiny umbrellas and a ton of ice.

“I told the bartender to surprise me,” she giggled, setting the bright drink in front of Bucky who studied it carefully before pushing the red straw past his lips and sucking. It was good, and by the time they were halfway through their first cocktails, Y/N was already calling the attention of the bartender and asking for four more of the same drink.

When the list was finally finished, covering the entire surface of the now unfolded napkin, Bucky’s head was buzzing and Y/N was telling him stories about her dog who Bucky was begging her to let him meet.

Buck liked the way in which the conversation seemed to flow between them; so easy and casual. They didn’t discuss any difficult topics that could make him feel uncomfortable, just funny stories and silly jokes. Bucky felt beyond relaxed and when the clock struck 2am, Y/N got up from her seat, took Bucky’s hand and began to pull him towards the mechanical bull.

At first he didn’t understand why she’d taken such an interest in it all of a sudden, but when they got close enough and he noticed Nat struggling to stay situated on the animal’s back, Bucky’s bark of laughter was enough for Nat to make eye contact with him, lose her stability and fall onto the padded flooring.

Her shoes were gone, her hair was a wild mess and her eyes glowed with intoxication.

Y/N’s cousin jumped over the railing and hurried to Nat’s side, helping her up and laughing when she did, too.

“Can’t believe she hadn’t punched him for being annoying yet,” Y/N proclaimed, shaking her head in amazement. Then she turned to Bucky.

“Ten bucks says you won’t be able to last a minute on the bull,” she challenged, a smirk on her face.

Bucky cocked a brow. “Ten bucks? Please,” he scoffed, drunkenly scanning the mechanical beast with its furious eyes and red saddle. It seemed that the inanimate bull itself was looking at Bucky with a challenging smirk.

“Let’s bring it up to ten bucks, meeting your dog and…” he paused for a moment, wondering briefly what else could he claim as his prize. His eyes scanned the room. “If I win you’ll also read me some of your friend’s terrible poetry.”

“And if I win?” She asked expectantly, grinning up at Bucky.

“How about ten bucks, pizza and…”

“…And you’ll come to another concert with me,” she finished for him and Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment, swaying lightly on his feet, then nodded in confirmation.

“Deal,” he agreed, holding his hand out for her to shake which she accepted.

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Bucky climbed over the railing, nodded to the guy controlling the bull and clumsily got onto it. He held on tightly, sweaty palms sliding on the smooth surface of the animal’s horns and he winked cheekily just as the bull began to move.

Y/N laughed and watched in disbelief as Bucky swayed back and forth, left and right along with the bull. His hair was falling in front of his eyes but he seemed confident enough, steady on its back despite his drunken state. That is, until he decided to show off and let go of the animal with one hand, lifting it up into the air. The bull threw him off with so much force Bucky landed on the floor with a loud thud, laughing as he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling which seemed to dance above his head.

Y/N walked around to where he was situated on the floor and climbed over the railing.

“57 seconds. You were almost there.” She held her hand out for Bucky to pull him up but when he took it, he tugged her down onto the floor instead. She fell next to him, laughing.

“Let me catch my breath,” Bucky announced, one hand on his stomach, the other still clutching hers. He stayed on the floor for less than ten seconds before they were ushered off the padded flooring by the guy in charge of the bull.

“If I drink anything else,” Bucky began, helping Y/N climb back over the railing, “I’m going to throw up.”

She nodded in understanding. “Just watching you get thrown around like that made me nauseous.”

“Well, it looks like you won so how about we get out of here and get pizza?” Bucky proposed, honestly kind of surprised with his confidence. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or maybe just the fact he felt so comfortable around her. Whatever the reason, he didn’t protest when she eagerly nodded her head, grabbed his hand and led him towards the exit.

On their way, Bucky made eye contact with Natasha who stood across the room and who shook her head in disbelief when she noticed him leaving.

Outside, it was even colder than before but the alcohol blurring Bucky’s thoughts made it harder to notice. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, the now empty streets lit up by flickering lights. They continued talking, Y/N playfully teasing him about his inability to stay up on the bull and him challenging her to try it herself the next time they’d visit the pub.

By the time they reached the restaurant they had become closer friends than Bucky thought possible.

Y/N was the one to pick the restaurant, a small 50s style diner with red and white striped seats and funky decorations. It was empty apart from another couple of young adults who sat at the back, probably as drunk as them.

They ate in silence, until Bucky dropped pepperoni on his jeans and Y/N laughed at his clumsiness, adding to the mess by throwing a french fry at his head, the golden snack getting tangled in his hair.

“Gross,” he commented, attempting to remove it and then tie his hair back to protect it from another french fry attack.

Y/N laughed, and Bucky did too, grabbing a spoon and stealing some of the younger girl’s ice cream which she hadn’t yet gotten around to eating.

“Rude,” she narrowed her eyes and it was his turn to laugh.

Seconds passed, then minutes and finally an hour. The moments spent together seemed shorter than they’d expect them to be, and with each bite of crispy pizza it was getting closer to the time they’d have to part their ways.

Bucky didn’t want to leave her and honestly, Y/N hated the idea of going home and probably never speaking again. After all, they were strangers who spent one drunken evening together and in the morning they would go back to being who they were before.

So when the owner of the diner announced they were closing up and Y/N and Bucky were faced with the fact they had no where else to visit that night, they left walking side by side and continued talking until they reached a taxi parking. There, they said their goodbyes and got into separate vehicles, Bucky driving off first with the napkin she had given him clutched in his hands.

He smiled contentedly as he scanned the titles in her messy writing, a few doodles of stars and smiley faces from when she was trying to think of more songs and had to take a break from writing.

He got home just before 4am and his smile remained as he quietly tiptoed through the halls of the avengers compound, closed his bedroom door and collapsed on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, clutching a pillow to his chest, still in his jeans and shoes and just smiled.

He smiled because he had made a friend with whom he could be comfortable, who didn’t pester him with questions and with whom he could indulge in his interests. Bucky’s grin didn’t falter when he picked up the napkin again, unfolded it, shook his head at her messy writing and continued to read the titles.

And there, at the very end of the list, among splotches of black ink, doodles and small holes in the paper was a phone number, followed by the simple words, “call me so we can figure out what concert to go to next”.

haunted house | park jimin

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 943
summary: your friends shove you and your enemy park jimin into the haunted house.

“It’s my turn!” I giggled as I grabbed the bottle to set it in the middle and gave it a spin. The bottle twirled till it landed on a Kim Namjoon who was dressed up as an angel, “Y/N, truth or dare?” he said, looking at me with a smirk.

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#90 “You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”

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