blue faded jeans

Wow it’s been awhile. I’m so terribly sorry!! Hopefully this very long fic rec list will make up for it and you guys won’t all hate me :)))))

There are some AMAZING fics in here!

I’ve been thinking ‘bout it all day - LSFOREVER (7k)

Harry gets a job in Perrie and Louis’ potion shop.  He wasn’t planning on the huge crush he develops on his boss.

Ever Since - letsjustsee (10k) @letsjustsee

Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep –until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more.

Now That It’s Over - lululawrence (8k) @lululawrence

or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis’ dates.

Ain’t My Fault - afirethatcannotdie (6k) @afirethatcannotdie

Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

Prom Promise - youbeyou (6k)

It’s two weeks to prom and Harry needs a date.

Penny For Your Thoughts - rainbowsandlove (Larry_trueluv) (9k) @rainbowsandlovehl

Louis wishes he could read minds, and to everyone’s surprise he gets it granted.

The Sweetest Incantation - smittenwithlouis (40k) @smittenwithlouis

Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

More than a bet - larrysbitchx (13k)

Or the one where Louis makes a bet to date the art freak, Harry Styles, for a week and dump him. But what happens when he ends up falling hard for him?

Fool’s Gold - tvshows_addict (55k) @tvshows-addict

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

I Always Get Lucky With You - phdmama (7k) @phd-mama

When Louis complains that he’s been single too long, Niall decides to help him out by signing him up for Gaydar, a “dating” app.  What happens when a great guy messages him?

Just remember, not everything you read on the internet is true.

In This Light - kiwikero (4k) @icanhazzalou

Harry gets a position on the school yearbook staff, which is fine until he falls in love with Louis Tomlinson through the lens of his camera.

I’ll Be There - allwaswell16 (5k) @allwaswell16

On Monday, Louis thinks Harry’s a twat. By Friday, he’s thinking of reasons for him to stay.

Summer Starlight - LadyLondonderry (3k) @londonfoginacup

Only of three things is Harry Styles certain of.  First, that this is his first summer in the large city and he must make the most of it.  Second, that his parents are pledging to have him married off to a wealthy benefactor by the end of the summer. Third, and this is the most important of all, Harry doesn’t particularly care for the notion.  In fact, he rather has his eye on a very different sort of prospect.

From Wrong to Right - SexyAssWoman (3k) @thesexyasswoman

The first date AU where everything goes wrong, to be just right.

Wanna Wake Up and See Your Face - dimpled_halo (2k) @dimpled-halo

Harry snores and Louis helps him find a remedy.

fake it ‘til you make it - tempolarriefics (13.9k) @tempolarriefix

the onee where Harry and Louis are seventh years at Hogwarts and while trying to make Liam jealous, fall in love along the way.

The Moments When My Good Times Start to Fade - paintsplatteredteardrops (23.8k)

Where Harry is a flower child who works in a bakery and Louis is a guitarist who has no idea what it is he wants.

Barefoot in Blue Jeans - idiaalphawhiskey (24k) @indiaalphawhiskey

Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

Little White Lies - xxSterre (13k) @goodmorningtoyouuniverse

The AU based of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.

Between Me and You - stylesforstiles (1k)

Louis wants to see more of him on Harry’s instagram account.

He comes up with a plan.

Shut Up and Wink at Me - kikiryslee (14k) @flamboyantommo

The one where Louis wants to go away to college to get away from everything having to do with his hometown.  So when he finds out his roommate will be Harry Styles, perfect school athelete and the exact opposite of what Louis wants in a roommate, he’s not happy about it.

And i know ive rec’ed this before but i just reread it for the first time in a long time and the writing still amazes me!! if you’re in the mood for a poetic like fic, DEFINITELY check this out (though it is quite angsty and check the tags)

The People He Touched - alwaysinmyheartlarry (34k)

or an au where louis loves painting, but hates the silence and harry giggles at seemingly nothing all the time.

I think that’s all folks!!

And as usual, you can find all of these fics and MORE (woahhhhh!!!) right here!!

Happy reading!! There are some great fics in there :)))

Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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I’ve been back a couple times since then. I didn’t look you up cause some trains you cant catch again, you gotta leave it as it was. But when you think Tim McGraw, I hope think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. The moon like a spot light on the lake. When you think happiness I hope you think that little black dress, the one you said you always like best. And my old faded blue jeans, when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think me.
—  Original lyrics to Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Derek, master of tight black jeans and tight dark henley's, shows up to a pack meeting wear a soft blush pink sweater and light faded blue jeans and he just looks so soft Stiles wants to touch.

Stiles had learned a lot of things about Derek Hale, Beacon Hills’ very own grumpy werewolf with a dry wit and a heart of gold, over the years of knowing him.

For one, Derek Hale was a nerd behind the walls he had put up to protect himself – his feelings, his heart – after everything he had been through. He owned so many books, that they couldn’t even fit onto the many, many shelves he had put in the loft after he returned to the town the year before.

He had a movie collection that easily beat Stiles’ own, and he could talk for hours and hours about pretty much any historical event. Stiles knew from personal experience, had listened to him go on and on for a seemingly endless time, and he hadn’t been bored for a single second of it.

For another, Derek had incredible, although slightly boring, taste in music. Incredible because the music he did listen to was good and calming. Boring because there wasn’t a lot of variety, the same songs playing on repeat.

Stiles had only complained about it once (okay, maybe three times) but then he’d seen the relaxed expression on Derek’s face while the music filled the loft and he’d promptly stopped.

For a third, Derek had pictures of his family stored away somewhere. None of them were put up when the loft got redecorated, and no one in the pack had asked. Not even Cora.

For a fourth, Derek was a damn good cook and an even better baker. Stiles could eat his own weight in his cooking, probably more than.

For a fifth, Derek was as much of a big brother as he was a little brother. He could tease and annoy in his own way as much as he could protect and glare away anyone coming anywhere near the people he cared about.

For a sixth, Derek looked amazing in dark colors, and his typical tight black jeans and dark henley combo constantly made Stiles drool. Dark colors, Stiles had learned over the years, were Derek’s color. Stiles hadn’t seen him in any actual colors since that one blue shirt that was ruined in a fight all those years ago.

Stiles hadn’t even realized how much he had missed seeing Derek wearing colors. Not until Derek walked in through the door wearing a soft blush pink sweater that fit him perfectly and faded blue jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right places.

So really, he couldn’t be blamed for stopping mid sentence to turn and gape and stare.

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you might get an ovation

pairing: daveed diggs x reader, lin-manuel miranda x reader, daveed x reader x lin (i think that’s how this should be listed idk) 

request: @iamafangirlforeverthing​: “Can you write a reader imagine where daveed and Lin compete for her affections and just pure nsfw…” and @itsme-ashley-marie​: “Can I get some super kinky role play?!” AND @derpypenguin​: “Lin smut with maybe some nice daddy/sir kink with some bondage maybe??”

summary: lin and daveed are both super into reader. she goes with this for a little, before they realize there’s only one way to make them all happy.

warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, wall sex, dom/sub, begging, dirty talk, clippng lyrics, oral sex, prof/student roleplay, bath sex, threesome (kinda…), spitroasting, mentions of other kinks,

word count: 4,936

a/n: i am going straight to hell. probably tomorrow, honestly. title from clippng’s “wriggle.” this was fun. enjoy!! lemme know whatchu think!! the sequel to this smut sin is here 

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Whiskey and Rose Perfume

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

Genre: Angst, fluff

Rating: PG

Characters: JayxYou

You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?

You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.

You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.

You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.

You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.

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SPN FanFic

~ You stumble home drunk one night with plans for the younger Winchester, but your stomach, and his feelings, have other ideas…~

Reader x Sam (ish), Dean

2,581 Words

Warnings: Excessive drinking, Cussing, A Wee Bit O'Angst, Vomit, Fluffy Finish.

A/N: This is my entry for Ang’s 1K Celebration! @atc74​ Congrats Ang! My prompt was a line from one of my fave songs, “We’ve Got Tonight” by Bob Seger. It’s in bold.

It was late. Or possibly it was early. It really depended on how you looked at it and on which side of sleep you found yourself. All you knew as you walked up the hill towards the Bunker entrance was, the sun hadn’t come up yet so there was a good chance you would find your friend tucked into a big, dusty book in the library.

The bar had been a bust. You’d gone out in search of a few drinks and a strapping lad to spend the night with. The drinks you had definitely found, in large quantity, but the choices on the male front had been less that appealing. After the fourth not so nice guy had grabbed your ass on the dance floor, you’d given up and set off back home. For some reason you couldn’t get your key to fit into the lock on your car, so you decided that walking was a better idea. It was a long walk back and most of it uphill, but the air was fresh and warm and you were drifting in a cloud of drunken happiness, swinging your arms and dancing most of the way home in the dark.

You were still feeling a little frisky though, and thoughts of the younger Winchester blossomed in your tequila soaked mind about all the ways you could release some tension with him. OK, so you’d never done more than flirt with Sam, but he was hot, and you were hot, maybe tonight you could be hot together. Hell, it was worth a shot.

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Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Spell

This chapter was inspired by the song “I Put a Spell On You” by Annie Lennox. I highly suggest you listen as you read. Enjoy!

We turned in part one of our project and now we had the weekend to finish it. Allegra thought it’d be best to wait until then, so we could really focus. Not sure how much focusing I can handle, memories of Mr. Leto from Monday night were still swarming in my mind like hornets in a nest. Nevertheless, she’s decided to spend the night at my house this time because her dad has to go on his routine real estate convention once every other month. Like that’s what I need, a break from Mr. Leto.

Saturday couldn’t come any sooner. The week absolutely dragged. It felt like an eternity since I’d seen Mr. Leto, not to mention, it’s getting harder to look Allegra in the eye at times.

But this Saturday was particularly special; it was our Fall Festival. Every year, our neighborhood throws this big bash in the evening to celebrate fall with a parade, hayrides, magic acts, singers, candy apples, you name it! My mom, my brother, Allegra and I plan to go once her dad drops her off.

I looked at my outfit in the mirror; I had on a cream-colored mid-drift, some earth green slouch pants and a green checkered-pattern shirt.

*Ding Dong*

“Coming!” I yelled. I put my last finishing touches on my messy bun and skipped to the door.

Mr. Leto greeted me holding Allegra’s overnight bag. Forget my outfit, he emulated rugged hot: his faded blue jeans hung from his waste with a fitted white t-shirt was snug around his abs and an open an unbuttoned plaid shirt hung from shoulders, interlaced with brown, red and tan stripes. He looked at me through obscure aviator shades.

“Hey, Kerri. Wow, look at you…” he said huskily as he gave me the elevator eyes, taking me in. The grit in his voice roused my senses.

“What was that dad?” Allegra asked as she ran up to the house as she swung her book bag over her shoulder.

“I was just saying that I didn’t know a rock star lived here!” his voice boomed as he recovered quickly and stepped into the house. The whiff of his cologne tickled my nose as he passed me. He was absolutely intoxicating.

“Yeah, Kerri, you look so hot. Any special reason?” curiosity rang in her voice. I knew she was alluding to Derek. I tried my best not to make eye contact with Mr. Leto.

“It’s the fall festival. I gotta look good!” I paced my hand behind my head and fashioned a pose.

We burst into laughter instantly.

My mom came around the waved Mr. Leto in the kitchen. Their conversation became murmurs as I got Allegra’s bags settled in the living room.

“You know, I was thinking, Raquel…” Mr. Leto began as he entered the living room. “I’ll take the girls and Nico to the festival. Take them off your hands a bit. Before this convention I could clear my mind a bit with some…festivities” He spoke that last word with a resounding firmness before shooting a seductive glance in my direction. His too familiar smile slowly crept on his face.

I could feel my body temperature rise at the speed of light. My face felt flushed. I quickly turned my attention to Allegra’s bags to try and distract myself.

“Oh… well, sure, Jared. Thanks!” She finished tucking in Nico’s shirt and kissed him on the forehead. “And Kerri, I’ll bake start on the first couple batches of cookies you made while you’re out. You all have fun!” She hugged me and vanished into her favorite room of the house, the kitchen.

There were people gathered all throughout the street. The festival stretched five blocks down, but everyone was gathered at the main attraction was the parade.

“Hey Nico, look! It’s Spongebob.” Allegra went ahead of us to get a better view for Nico. I trailed behind them with Mr. Leto behind me.

There was a tug at my shirt. I shrugged it off it because there were so many people crowding around, it was hard for all of our bodies and bags not to graze each other every now and then.

I felt it again and looked to see it was Mr. Leto’s hand sliding against my opened buttoned up shirt. My head made a sudden turn in his direction but that didn’t stop him. His hand found my right side and stoke it gently. His hands were so soft and cool against my bare skin. I looked around, worried someone would see, but everyone’s eyes were fixated on the show before them.

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Grocery Shopping

Gif not mine

Hello, my friends (I hope we’re at this point in our relationship that I can call you all that) I thought about this idea after I binged the latest season of The Flash on Netflix and had to run to Target. It’s a silly idea but I hope you all like it!

Word Count:823

You’re coaxed awake by the soft alarms of your phone indicating that the morning sun had hit the horizon. With the strong arm of Barry Allen holding you close to his slim but firm chest,  you wish that you could just close your eyes and have sleep capture you once again. However having Barry as a housemate and a boyfriend, you find yourself having to keep the apartment always stocked with various food. This meant today on your day off you had to wake up early to buy more food that will be consumed within the next few days.

You interlace your fingers with Barry’s warm hand and attempt to wrangle yourself out of his grip. “No.” Barry sighed tightening his arm on you and tucking your head under his chin to keep you still.

“Barr, you need to let me go. I have to go to the store.” You attempt to reason with the tired man that has entrapped you with no avail. You were only given a grunt in response. “Barry if you don’t let me go this instant your spending the next week on the couch.” You threatened and was instantly released.

“You’re no fun,” Barry complains rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What do you need at the store anyway?”

“Oh, you know another week’s worth of food that will be devoured by a certain Speedster that needs to consume 10,000 calories each day.”

“Man’s gotta eat.” He shrugged an easy smile playing on his face. “Can I come?”

“Barry I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Stop, it’ll be fun.” Barry insists rushing off and quickly returning fully dressed and ready to go in a blink of an eye. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, a red plaid shirt accompanied by his favorite black jacket. “Now come on sleepy head go get ready.” He shoos you away and falls on the bed with a hoof putting his hand behind his head. Rolling your eyes, you retreat to the bathroom in hope to take a hot shower and look decent.

Once clothed and your hair look somewhat decent you grabbed the list of food you created last night and led Barry out the door and down the street towards the small grocery store on the corner. Barry quickly retrieves a cart, and you two make your way into the store. That was when you zoned out, mindlessly throwing the food in the cart and checking off the list, unaware that the hungry speedster was checking off his own list of junk food and candy.

After the final item is checked off, you look back to see the cart was now overflowing, all of the healthy food for a speedster now outweighed by various fruit snacks and potato chips.

Turning to give Barry so words you see a streak of yellow lightning whizzing down the aisle followed by a loud crash and Barry’s curses filling the store. Looking directly forward, Barry had run head first into an elder couples cart knocking all of its contents onto the cold tiled ground.

“Oh God sir I’m sorry I don’t know what happened.” The speedster panicked flipping the cart right side up and began to place the food back in its the shopping cart. Pulling the cart towards your boyfriend you meet his eyes with your worst glare as anger boils over. You force a smile towards the women and help Barry put the food back in the grocery cart.

Once everything is set back, Barry apologizes one more time and the elder couple leaves to check out. You stand in the middle of the isle glaring at the mound of food in your cart; Barry cautiously approaches you, knowning very well he was in the dog house. You turn on your heel meeting the speedsters eyes.

“Barry Allen, what have I said…” You drawled on crossing your arms in a display of anger.

“Never use my powers in a confined area.” He whispers avoiding your eyes.

“And this is why I tell you not too. Barry, you could have hurt that couple. Oh and don’t get me started on all this food you will put back.” You point to your overflowing cart.

“I understand I should have been more careful, but you can’t take that food away. I need it!” Barry whines like a child mimicking you stance with his long arms crossed over his torso. “You know I need to eat at least 10,000 calories.”

“And that 10,000 will not come from chips and candy. Now start putting all that crap back.” Barry smirked the same yellow lightning you had become accustomed too lit up in his eyes before  Barry rushed off to throw the grocery back. Shaking your head, you begin to walk towards the checkout. “Barry Allen you are insufferable sometimes.” You whisper under your breath.

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Rain (Jikook)

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Jikook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

The rain always reminded Jimin of a certain someone.

A certain someone with raven black hair that fell in perfect bangs on his forehead, big brown eyes and a smile that would always ease Jimin even when he had the worst possible day ever.

The rain reminded him of that certain someone’s voice that was like honey and Jimin could never get tired of listening to especially at the rare times he would sing a song that he had written for Jimin. And when Jimin would tell him just how much he loved the song, he would get a shy smile in return that only made Jimin fall in love even more.

“Jimin,” he heard a voice breaking the train of his thoughts. It was Taehyung.

“Your shift ended 15 minutes ago,” he said. “What are you still doing here?”

Jimin hadn’t even realized that he had been watching the rain from the window for the past 15 minutes.

“Oh, I was just…” he said and trailed off not bothering to complete his sentence.

Taehyung gave him one of his concerning looks so Jimin pressed his lips together in a smile.

“I was just um leaving,” he said as he began changing out of his uniform. There was still an awkward tension in the air as Taehyung eyed sensing there was something wrong. That was the one thing with Taehyung, he always knew if something was wrong even when Jimin didn’t tell him about it.

Jimin decided it was best if he changed the subject.

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anonymous asked:

hey! I'm honestly in love with your writing and i was wondering if i could request a batsis imagine? where batsis is damian's twin and gets into a fight at school (maybe breaks a kid's nose?) so bruce or any of the batboys have to pick her up stuff?? hopefully that makes sense.

thank you, sweets! I understood you perfectly and yes, it makes sense! I hope I delivered this well enough?? Enjoy!!

You cross your arms, ignoring the pointed looks you are receiving from both your principal and the parents of the boy whose nose broke from your punch. The kid was nowhere in sight though, probably getting his nose fixed somewhere, you thought to yourself. The frown on your face did not escape their attentions either.

“Miss Wayne, would you like to explain why you punched Mr. Samuel on the nose?” The Principal asks as he throws a look at you but when his questions goes unanswered, he lets out a sigh. Ever since the Wayne’s terror twins – coined by most of the staffs – enrolled in Gotham City Academy but who was he to refuse them? Refusing The Bruce Wayne’s twins meant losing Bruce Wayne’s support and generous donations and as a prestigious academy, that was not something the academy can afford to lose but at the same time, judging from the enraged look the parents have, he is in a bind. “Well, we have called your guardian – “ He finally sees your blank expression falter slightly but that immediately disappeared and is replaced with a very nonchalant look.

“Father is busy – he will not be attending this.” You point out. You have your father’s schedule memorized down to when he would be having his tea breaks too. “Pennyworth would also be busy attending to the manor and getting lunch ready.” You cannot wait to go back home – you remember vaguely Pennyworth telling you that morning that he was going to be making your favourites for lunch – and you are pretty sure Damian is probably getting ridiculously annoyed at having to wait for you. You wonder if he knew of what happened but… you shake your head instead. Damian probably already knows what happened.

“The nerve of this girl!” Samuel’s mother huffed. “She broke our son’s nose! And he is going to need surgery to get it fixed and you are just going to let this girl off without any proper punishments?” By the end of the sentence, her voice has probably raised a few octaves.

You uncross your arms before glaring at the woman – she was surprised, you could see her faltering a bit but before anyone can even say anything, The Principal clears his throat.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne informed us but he said he is sending one of your big brothers to pick you up.” He explains. “He should be arriving sometime soon.” He really hopes by the time your guardian arrives, he will already have an exact punishment figured out for you. “Mr. Wayne expresses his condolences and also told me to inform you that he will be covering the medical costs.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Father should not be spending money on that brat.

There is a knock on the door and all of you turn to look at the door. You are somewhat nervous about who will be coming to pick you up but that nervousness soon fades away the moment Dick walks in to the room. He is dressed in his civilian clothes – what you would normally call Dick’s lazy clothes: black long-sleeve shirt, faded-blue jeans and sneakers.

You could hear the lady scoffing at the sight of your brother and you turn to glare at her again.

“Mr. Grayson,” The Principal greets your brother and Dick walks inside followed by Damian. The moment Damian spies you, he immediately heads to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Mr. Wayne, you are here too.” He finally remembers about your twin. Damian simply ignore him as he attends to you.

“Sister, are you alright?” He asks but then remembers they are in a room full of people he does not trust, except for Grayson (though Grayson is a different story) and thus switches to talking in Arabic instead. He repeats the question and you nod your head.

You place a hand on your brother’s cheek. “Do not fret, brother – that Samuel merely said a lot of bad things about our lack of mother figure and some things that did not sit well with me pertaining our older brothers as well as father. So I merely showed him just how much I appreciated his nuisance.” You explain. The only reason why you did not want to explain the actual thing to the Principal was because of the presence of Samuel’s parents.

“Damian, translation please?” Dick asks as he stands behind the two of you. He places one hand on your head and you let it be because you are already used to Dick doing that. “I am pretty sure there is an explanation for all of this but Bruce told me he has already agreed to pay for the costs and we will assure you,” At this Dick turns to look at Samuel’s parents, “once we get back, we will have a sit down with her.” He turns back to the Principal.

Damian brings you aside and you simply let your twin lead you around. You are starting to feel very annoyed. You knew Dick only said those words because of reputation but you had been careless enough to go to a place in the academy where the cameras could not reach, therefore you could not really prove your honesty. You had simply been provoked.

“Grayson, I will bring sister to the car. We are leaving.” Damian left no room for anyone to reply as he brings you outside. The both of you walked quietly to your lockers and you grab your bag before shoving all of your books in to it.

“Did Big Brother Grayson come alone?” You ask and Damian shook his head.

“Todd is waiting in the car. It seemed Pennyworth informed everyone about what had happened – Drake is on… business and Grayson did not think it was wise for Todd to come in because of what he might do.” Damian knew how angry Todd had been when Grayson told him to wait at the car. After all, you were closer to Todd than he is and he knows how much Todd appreciates you.

You nod your head. “Let us wait in the car then.”

The two of you walk over to the car. The moment Jason sees you, he gets out of the car and stands in front of you.

“You aren’t hurt are you?” He gives you the once over but he knows you enough to know that even if you were hurt, you probably would not even tell any of them. “Because I will break more than his nose.” He grits his teeth in annoyance.

You shake your head. “I am fine, Big Brother.” You tell him and Jason looks at you once more before nodding his head. “I think I need to mentally prepare myself for Pennyworth’s lecture once we arrive at home.”

“Alright, just get in the car then.”
Darren Criss pictured as Andrew Cunanan who gunned down Gianni Versace

Filming is underway on the third American Crime Story anthology series that details the killing of Gianni Versace by drifter and hustler Andrew Cunanan in 1997.

Glee alum Darren Criss was spotted in character as Cunanan as cameras rolled on location in Miami Beach on Tuesday.

The Ryan Murphy project for FX explores the events leading up to the famous designer’s murder on the steps of his Ocean Drive mansion and the manhunt for Cunanan that ended when he took his own life while hiding out on a houseboat.

Criss, 30, is clearly excited about the role, posting to Instagram a shot of the cover of his script for the show.

‘It begins,’ he wrote alongside the photo.

Meanwhile, Venezuelan actor Edgar Ramirez, who plays Versace, shared a image of an ornate fountain and pool at the former Versace Mansion, which is now a boutique hotel, The Villa Casa Casuarina.

The shocking killing of the Italian fashion leader brought together a host of celebrities for his memorial in his home town of Milan including Princess Diana, Elton John, Naomi Campbell, Karl Lagerfeld, Georgio Armani and Sting.

Criss as Cunanan was seen driving a red pickup truck similar to the one the spree killer stole after shooting dead his fourth victim, a cemetery caretaker  in New Jersey.

He wears baggy faded blue jeans with black belt and a short-sleeved dark blue cotton shirt.

He sports the same kind of round rimmed spectacles that Cunanan was seen wearing in a photo released by the FBI as the manhunt for the killer continued.

In another scene shot by the ocean, Criss looks more disheveled in a gray t-shirt with red baseball cap as he walked on the sand carrying a black backpack and his sneakers.

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A little Winterhawk for my Winterhawk-loving friends!

“Fucking hell, Bucky. You wanna do this now?” Clint says, and he leans against the door to his apartment and bangs his head against it. He’s not sure he can lift it again, so he just leaves his forehead pressed to the wood as he fumbles for his key.

Bucky’s standing there, wearing faded blue Converse with faded blue jeans, a black belt, and a dark green t-shirt, also faded, and he’s leaning against Clint’s door frame with his arms crossed and eyes dark. If Clint were more awake he’d worry that Bucky might actually fade into the woodwork.

Clint, for his part, is having trouble getting the key into the lock of his door, still has damp hair from the shower he took at headquarters, and might actually be wearing two different tennis shoes. He manages the key on the third try, and he shoves his way into his apartment. Hopefully there’s toilet paper in the bathroom and sheets on the bed.

“I haven’t been home in a week, I haven’t slept in three days, and if you’re hoping for coffee or an actual drink that’s not tap water, you’ll have to wait until I sleep for twenty fucking hours.

“I don’t want nothin’,” Bucky mutters as he follows Clint into the apartment.

Clint whirls to face him, which turns out to be a really bad idea because he loses his balance and Bucky has to grab him by the elbow to keep him from stumbling to the floor. Of course, he grabs him by the casted elbow, the arm that had been broken in two places by the weird skeleton-looking creatures he’d just come from fighting.

“Shit!” Bucky says as he keeps Clint off the floor, and he guides him to the couch where Clint wonders if he’ll ever get up again once he sits down.

Bucky settles in next to him.

“Did you really come to finish a fight after I broke my arm fighting of skeletons from Thor’s childhood days?” Clint asks, and leans his head back on the couch.

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kixboxer  asked:

raise a tiger verse, yuri's prom/homecoming/junior prom/winter formal

part of this verse 


Yuri begins mixing up his rice and pork in methodical circles. “He just sees me as some dumb kid,” he says into his bowl. “Even though I’m eighteen. I’ve been eighteen for two months, damn it.” He sags down into his seat until his forehead is pressed against the cool countertop. “What do you do when you like a guy,” he mutters to the floor.

“It helps when you have a common interest,” Yuuri says thoughtfully.

Yuri scoffs. “What was yours and Viktor’s common interest?”

“The difficulties of raising a cat,” Yuuri says vaguely.

“We don’t have a cat,” Yuri says.

“No, of course we don’t,” Yuuri says, patting him on the head absentmindedly as he leaves Yuri to finish his food in isolated misery.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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taehyung and jungkook look so great in faded blue jean jackets. my eyes are blinded by beauty.