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Veronica x Reader: Drunken Smackdown

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing

Requested: Yes

*Your POV*

“EVERYBODY TAKE A SHOT” I screamed over the island in the kitchen, forcing a shot of whiskey down mine and Archie’s throats, the alcohol burning the flesh as it flowed down. I looked at Archie who crinkled his nose and shook his whole body.

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With Friends Like These - One

Rated: M

Summary: “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would.”

Or: Erza learns a lesson in assumptions.

Note: I have a serious addiction to r/relationships. @flameysaur and I were discussing all the messy ways people become entangled with one another and this story was born.

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Bloody Hell (Steve Rogers x Reader)

I used a vast amount of british phrases in this just because extra britishness


Request; Hey! I absolutely love your imagines, they make me laugh and give me feels and I wish they were real. I was wondering if I could request a Steve imagine where he’s dating the reader who’s from Britain and the Avengers keep joking that America’s under British control again. Thank you so much xxxxx

Other characters featured; sam, bucky 


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 396 

Originally posted by natashasromanoff

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Preference #1: How you two meet (4/4)


You waited for The 1975’s concert for months. Since your friends showed them to you, you couldn’t stop listening to their songs. So, when they came to your city, you didn’t hesitate to go to their concert. You enjoyed every minute: you sang, you danced and you even got excited in some moment. But when the show came to an end, you lost your friends among the people. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but one of your friends had your wallet with your money and without it, you couldn’t go home. You tried to call them, but they didn’t pick up the phone. “Shit”, you muttered. “You OK?”, someone asked. You turned around and saw a tall, curly haired boy staring at you with his hazel eyes. You couldn’t help but think he was cute. “Yeah. I lost my friends and although I’m pretty sure I’ll find them at any moment, I can’t help but think that maybe they left”. You laugh, quickly feeling stupid. You tended to jump into conclusions even when you know it was impossible to happen. He giggled and you couldn’t help the smile that was forming in your lips. “It’s OK. I’m sure you’re going to find them. Maybe I could help you?”, he asked. “Is that so?”, you said with a smile. “Yeah, I’m taller than you”, he joked. “I’m Ashton, by the way”. “Hi, Ashton. I’m Y/N”. Ashton smiled. “Let’s see if we can find your friends”.


Your best friend insisted to go watch a friendly football game. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t hate football, but you were sure as hell that you didn’t like it. But she had a thing for one of the boys that were playing, so you couldn’t say no to her. “Come on, you’re going to have fun!”, she said. “Some of the boys are really cute, you’ll see”. She was right. Some of the guys were attractive so, at least, you enjoyed the view. “Hey, I’m going to buy some water, OK? It’s really hot up here”, you said to your friend. “Yeah, yeah”, you laugh at your friend, she was really mesmerized watching that boy. While you were walking to the bar, you heard someone yelling “Watch out!”. You didn’t think it was for you, so you kept walking and that’s when a ball hit your head and you fell out. “Ouch”, you said, grabbing your head. “I said ‘watch out’”, some guy said while he bent down to help you. You raised your head to look the boy who told you that and you find a dark haired boy trying not to laugh. “I didn’t know that was for me!”, you exclaimed. The boy couldn’t stop the laugh. “Oh, yeah, of course. Laugh. You hurt me, you know that?”. “I’m sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose. Are you OK?”. “I’m sure I’ve lost some neurons but I’m fine. No thanks to you, though”. The guy let out a little giggle. “Again, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll make it up to you later. If you want, of course”. “With what?”. “Coffee?”, he asked. “Dinner”, you said, feeling confident. You couldn’t deny it, they boy was attractive. He laughed. “Now I’m sure that you planned all this”, he said. “Of course, how can you doubt it? I planned to get hit by a ball in order to get a date with you”. He laughed. “Okay, okay”, he said, raising his hands in surrender.  “If we are going on a date, I might as well introduce myself. I’m Calum”. You smiled. “I’m Y/N.


Y/N, honey. I miss the train. I’m not arriving until midday. Maybe we can have lunch together?”. You sighed when you read the text that your best friend sent to you. You took a lot of buses to get to the city centre and when you arrived to the Starbucks where you and your best friend were going to meet, she sent that message. What were you going to do? You hadn’t time to go home and get back to the centre, so you didn’t have any choice but spend the morning all by yourself. You decided to grab a frappuccino while you thought about what you were going to do. Just when you were ordering your Chocolate Cream Frappuccino, the lights of the local went off. “Come on!”, you muttered to yourself. You couldn’t believe it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart”, the barista said, “You’ll have to wait a few minutes. Maybe more…”. You sighed. “It’s okay”, you said, “It’s not your fault. I was craving for a frappuccino for a long time. Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t drink one”, you joked. “Do you want something else?”. “No, thanks. I’ll wait. I don’t have anything else to do anyway”. The moment you said that out loud, you realized how lame it was. You sighed again and left the line. You went outside and leaned upon the wall. Suddenly, a hand with a frappucinno appeared in your view. When you raised your head, you saw a tall guy with blonde hair hidden under a snapback. He had a smile in his face. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you were craving for a frappuccino. I was the last one the barista assisted before the lights went off. I thought that you wanted this more than me”. You looked at him, confused. “Is that weird?”, he said, rubbing his neck. “It’s weird”, affirmed while his cheeks turned red. You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so cute. “It’s OK, but I can’t accept that”, you said with a smile. “If you asked for that, it’s because you want it.” “To be honest, I don’t like it much”, he confessed. “You will enjoy it more”. “Are you sure?”, you asked, unsure. “Yes”, he smiled. He had a beautiful smile. “Okay, but when the electricity returns, I’m going to buy you some coffee. Or whatever you want, Luke”, you said, looking at the name that was written at the cup. “Wait, how do you know my name?” he asked, confused. You laughed while you pointed at the cup. “Oh… Right”, he giggled. “I’m Y/N, by the way.


It was your best friend’s birthday and even though there was another birthday party at the nightclub where you were, you were having a really good time. You went to the bar to ask for another drink and that was the moment you saw a blue haired guy, with a bored face, sat in a bar stool. “Hey, I like your hair!”, you exclaimed. You were sure that you were talking to that stranger thanks to the alcohol that was running through your veins and you knew as well that you shouldn’t be talking to strangers but at that moment, you didn’t care. The boy looked at you and smiled slightly. “Thanks. It was red before”. “Oh, really? Do you change your hair every month or what?”. “Yeah, pretty much.” “Really?” “Yes”, he laughed. “Oh, that’s nice. I guess. I wish I had the guts to do it”. “Don’t. You have a beautiful hair”. You touched your hair while you smiled. “And that wasn’t creepy at all”, he muttered, making you laugh. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t say in a creepy way. And thanks.” You ordered your drink and while you were waiting, you kept talking to that guy. “You seem bored”. “I’m bored”, he confessed, “I don’t like partying”. “You don’t?”, you asked, surprised. “What do you like, then?”. “You’re going to think I’m a kid”. You laughed. “I won’t. I promise”. “Okay… I like video games. Like a lot”. “Really?”, you said, excited. “Me too! I really like Call Of Duty”. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, surprised. “No! I love it! You too?” “Yes!”, he exclaimed. “We should play some time…” “Michael. My name is Michael”. “Michael”, you repeated with a smile. “I’m Y/N”. “Nice to meet you, Y/N”, he said smiling.

Somethin' Bad teaser

Remember that AU I mentioned yesterday? This is exactly that. Inspired by the song of the same name by Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood. Also, note that it won’t officially start until after resbang.

Star tossed the file on top of Soul’s desk, the papers in the manila folder gently fanning out on top of the other paperwork on his desk. The white haired man glanced down at the folder, a look of disgust plastered on his face, before moving his eyes toward his partner

“The hell do you want me to do with this?”

“Just look through it, Evans.”

Soul rolled his eyes, far too used to how bossy the man before him was, and turned the folder along with the contents toward him before opening it up. Flipping through the papers he caught keywords letting him know this was about the case of the mysterious women who had already traveled clear across sixteen cities in Texas in about two years, leaving high crime bank robberies in their trail. They were two criminals the FBI were not able to arrest yet due to the fact that no one knew what they really looked like.

But why was Black Star - the delicately chosen pseudonym of the blue haired man - giving him it?

“Again,” Soul closed the folder with a little too much force than was necessary, “why the hell are you giving this to me?”

Star crossed his arms on his chest and scoffed down at his partner. “Isn’t it obvious? You and I are taking this case. Why the fuck else would I give you the damn folder?”

Soul looked down at the folder. It would be a great decision on their part since basically the whole office thought they were a pair of buffoons who couldn’t do a damn thing right. If him and Star were the ones who took down the criminals, they would be worshipped among their department; hell the whole building even! This case could finally be their big break, and also lead to that raise he’s been wanting for the last ten years.

The only problem was they didn’t know where the women were.

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