come back to my screen now


Finn’s first and last words in Star Wars : The Force Awakens.

Finn’s first words echo his fear-fueled and conditioned obedience toward the First Order. He is shaken and traumatized, but still trapped in a system in which he has to obey orders no matter what.

Finn’s last words are the culmination of his journey and character evolution during TFA. He was brave enough to run, then brave enough to come back, and now he’s brave enough to fight back against the thing he fears the most : the First Order, embodied by Kylo Ren.

[Two gifs of Finn from Star Wars. In the first one, he’s in his Stormtrooper suit but without the helmet, and says “Yes, Captain” to Phasma who is standing in the background. In the second gif, he’s standing in a snowy forest with a light saber in his hands, and says “Come get it” to Kylo Ren, who is off-screen.]

Here’s the full transcript of Mark talking Darkiplier in the livestream

(Time approx. 3 hours, 52 minutes to 4 hours, 4 minutes into the stream. And, yes, this took forever). Thought you’d like this, maybe.

I’ve bolded stuff I find especially interesting.


Mark: Long ago, a long time ago, I liked to do these scary edits because I just felt like doing scary edits and this is how Darkiplier got born. And then what happened was over time Darkiplier became less and less about the scary figure and more about this romantic figure, and it always rubbed me the wrong way. And I kind of shied away from Darkiplier for a while. And I really really really- if I was going to bring Darkiplier, and when we thought about this, we thought, okay there should be a Darkiplier route. And that was there from the beginning, and so when I wanted to do it I wanted to do it my way, and I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to have this unending level of creepiness. And at the same time, I didn’t want to step on the toes of Antisepticeye because I know there’s a big fan base of that, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that at all and I really don’t care that there’s more than one dark personalities of people. But when I saw the opportunity to have this character here, I spent like 8 hours editing this, like just meticulously every single RBG. This is a layer, we green screened this one, I color corrected it, I separated the RBG layers I added the shakes and glitchiness every frame. I worked on the voice, too. The voice took me the longest to figure out. Like the shakes! And my computer was dying this whole time cause I put my effects on here.

Tyler: The amount of time you had to spend rendering this.

Mark: And so, the audio’s actually three separate layers. It would have been two, but Kathryn helped me out on that one to make it more clear. It’s a normal pitched layer that’s edited, echoed, reverbed, mastered, and convoluted which means it’s just thrown off to the left and right, and then it’s a deep layer of that. But then to make it really come together- it didn’t live without this center channel that wasn’t convoluted but was centered. But getting that voice right was so pinnacle, so paramount to what I wanted to come out of this. And we did like thirty minutes of shooting various versions of me talking to the camera and I wanted to pick the exact dialogue that really kind of gave away my idea of what Dark is in not a terribly obvious way.

Tyler: The other thing, this was supposed to all be one video.

Mark: But YouTube annotations, this new version doesn’t allow you to link the same video multiple times, so these are literally the old videos that I first did when Darkiplier first came about, like, these are the ones, especially this one here, and then this is my cheap knockoff Darkiplier.

Amy: Canon Darkiplier.

Mark: Canon Darkiplier. And I’m going to readily admit something. I joked about Darkiplier because it didn’t seem like something people wanted to take seriously, and I’m okay with that on certain aspects but it had diverged into multiple different facets and multiple different personalities, and everyone had their own version of Darkiplier, and I thought it was hilarious that, “Hey, here’s my version of Darkiplier, and he’s an idiot.” Like, he’s just this weird emo kid. And then I stepped back from that, like, I stepped back. And you can even- in that time, when I was doing those videos, in this era, I was not very happy. I was kind of… I was pessimistic about a lot of things. And I felt like that bled through in a lot of things I did. And that’s why even October of last year I literally made Darkiplier an emo character. And then when we were getting to this, I thought about it like very carefully and I thought back to why I did it originally, and I did it originally because, well, Darkiplier wasn’t even a thing. Darkiplier was not a thing when I was making those videos. I just wanted to make some creepy stuff. And then I thought about that, and I was like if I want to make a statement about who this is, I need to own that and I need to put something out there that is not ambiguous, because I realize that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t have a solid character so obviously, people would come up with their own versions, they would fill in the gaps where they saw fit. So, when I made this I had to embrace it fully and fine-tune it down to exactly where I wanted. When you choose the “fake” choice carrying through to this one, I really wanted that to come through, except at the end to this video, where it gets silly, but that’s because the real me comes in and the real me’s an idiot. And I’ve actually watched this over and over again because I’m listening to the takes I put in here and I’m listening to my inflection and my tone, my demeanor and I’m imagining like how to refine it better next time when I bring him back, like how to do it better.

Tyler: I remember now, I set up the table.

Mark: Yeah, you did. You set up the table we had to change it out for clear glasses because the green screen was reflecting through. But yeah, even this, like the intersplices of anger, and this is me getting real deep in the meta of Darkiplier, like if that’s even a thing that can be- let me just pause it here. I don’t read too much into this but if there’s something that I want to take seriously, I want to actually do right. So, in my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one. This is sounding really nerdy of me.

Tyler: I remember the Warfstache talk.

Mark: So Completely unironically, Darkiplier is a completely separate entity from who I am. But, he admires what I’ve accomplished, and he’s very much… people picked up on this, and people thought it was really creepy, because it’s what I wanted. He’s a social manipulator. He is literally, 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false sense of security, and he wants you to trust him because he wants to take advantage of you. That is literally what I wanted for Darkiplier. And how creepy and scary that actually is from the surface. Especially in this first bit, where he says, “If dinner is what you want, then I can provide.” And I wanted this to come across in a seductive way while also masking, like, this burning rage inside that breaks through the suave nature of it. That was my clue to reveal he’s not your friend. He’s not here to help you. He’s here to use you. And that also came across when I was thinking about, like, the effects. Like, his image shatters, he separates because he’s not entirely kept together, you know what I mean? So, I wanted like the drastic impacts of the rage pulling back suddenly to the calm nature and the demeanor and this last one, I was thinking was especially telling. It’s not me trying to break through, it’s his shell cracking.

Kathryn: I love that.

Mark: Yeah? It’s my favorite of all of them.

Kathryn: That’s one’s my favorite. I have legitimately just gone and watched that bit.

Mark: Yeah?

Kathryn: It’s really good.

Mark: Oh, thank you.

Kathryn: I really like that.

Mark: Yeah. And number 1 the visuals work hard on this one, but nailing the audio- that high-pitched ringing that a lot of people were like wow that really hurts my ears, that was by design. That was supposed to hurt because listening to him- a lot if inspiration for him comes from G-man from Half-life 2 and 1, like this weird interdimensional person that seems human but is obviously not and doesn’t obey the laws of physics, and is just like this shell of a person that’s in a suit. Not a suit, literally a human suit, and is trying to figure out how to puppet it right that you believe him, but he’s really good at it. And that’s where the scariness of Darkiplier, I think, really comes from, is because he seems like someone you can trust, and he will manipulate you, and take advantage of you, and literally use you, and to me that’s terrifying. Like that’s the antithesis of what I want to be and so if I’m going to make an opposite version of me, he’s gonna be the fucking worst. Like worse than any romantic story can ever bring about. He’s fucking awful.

Amy: It was convenient, though, I like the way it goes from Relax to this, like the video “Relax,” because then people were not expecting this. But it’s so nice to have it on Valentine’s Day. It works so well.

Mark: And then came the bullshit transition that we had to do. So, this is comical in a way.

Amy: It doesn’t drag it though.

Mark: Yeah it doesn’t drag. You get the scary. Tyler’s here-

Tyler: In Mark’s suit, which I have fit in, but not the pants.

Mark: He didn’t fit, we forgot to get a tie, like, we printed out a mask, and I looked at this and was like I could try to make this creepy, and then I went, I objectively can’t. Let me throw in some punch sound effects.

Tyler: I have to make sure, cause-

Mark: He couldn’t see shoot.

Tyler: No, I couldn’t, and I had to keep moving the mask cause there was one time we did this that the mask ended up completely on the side of my head and I was just like, hey Mark, you can’t touch my face.

Amy: The convenient thing about this, though, with all the glitches is that you can hide stuff with it.

Tyler: Yeah, and there’s a reason I never let go of Mark I have no clue where anything is.

Mark: Yeah, oh man. Oh, this, oh my god. Oh, and secret Easter egg- you know who Dark is because he doesn’t have a shadow. Totally intentional and by design.

Amy: His toes are missing too, but.

Mark: Shh he doesn’t have toes he’s so scary.




Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.

Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.

When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

106 of 365 in 2017: As soon as I saw this absolutely wonderful Yuri on Ice piece done by @randomsplashes, I had to do a Miraculous remix. XD

Ladybug stared at the message screen, a ball of dread forming in her stomach. The “seen” notification taunted her. There were no blinking ellipses to show that Chat Noir was responding but he had seen her mistake, he most definitely had seen it.

It wasn’t her fault her first message didn’t go through! She supposed it wasn’t Chat’s fault either but it felt a little easier to blame him. He was obviously going to get the wrong idea when her response to what she wanted for dinner was “YOU” in all caps, asterisk or not.

And it was the wrong idea. Absolutely, without a doubt, one hundred percent the wrong idea.

Sure, Chat Noir was attractive; anyone could admit that. And, okay, he was funny and caring and thoughtful and brave and loyal and sexy and…sexy? Since when did she find him sexy? Yeah, so what if he wore his suit like a walking billboard for Bad Decisions R Us and maybe the way he curled his tongue behind his teeth when he thought he was being really clever was a tiny bit enticing? That didn’t mean anything. Probably. Maybe.

Adrien looked down at his phone and swallowed hard. He had expected her to ask him to pick up a pizza or something before patrol. This…this was something else. His time had come. Ladybug was finally ready to admit her feelings for him…in a rather explicit way, but he could work with that. Oh, holy cats, he could work with that.

“I must go to My Lady now!” Adrien stood, gripping his phone tightly. He felt a little lightheaded.

“Kid!” Plagg yelled as Adrien’s eyes rolled back and he dropped to the floor.

Plagg checked on him and then pulled up the message screen on Adrien’s phone.

“Chat will be a little late, Bugsy. I think you broke him. - Plagg”

December 3– Getting stranded in the snow (from @omgcpwinterextravaganza)

“No, no, no, no!” Eric shouted, slamming his hands on his steering wheel with each exclamation. “No! This cannot be happening, dear Lord.”

Eric exhaled loudly, sitting back in his seat and closing his eyes. He’d thought he could make it back to the hotel, had underestimated the folks at his book signing when they told him Montreal blizzards were not to be messed with.

He had come to Montreal as part of his tour to promote his newest cookbook. Instead of filming for his show, he’d be doing vlogs on the road for the time being. He had one more stop in New York before he would be heading to California for the rest of the summer. If he ever survived being stranded on the side of the road in a Canadian snowstorm, that is.

Eric had no idea where he was. All he knew is that the hood of his car had started smoking the same time as he ran out of gas, and he had just enough time to pull over before his rental car refused to go any farther.

At least he had his phone. Sure, it was at 9% with one bar, but he could still make a call or two. Eric grabbed the travel brochure from his bag and dialed the one mechanic’s shop on the list of phone numbers.

“Bonjour, c'est Réparation Automobile,” the man on the phone said. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, uh, Jay ne par-le pas French,” Eric tried. One semester of language in college had not prepared him at all.

“I am sorry,” the man said, his English heavily accented. “This is Auto Repair. Can we help you?”

“Yes, my car broke down right off of 117 and I am really lost,” Eric admitted.

He waited for a response for long enough that he started to wonder if the man had hung up. Eric pulled the phone from his ear and saw that the screen was black and– great. Now his phone was dead.

Eric tried not to panic. Surely the snow would stop soon. And his car was still warm! He had water and food in the back, and an extra blanket, though his portable charger was back at the hotel. And eventually, someone would have to come down this road and see him.

Deciding to brace the cold himself, Eric got out of the car and ran around to the front, lifting up the hood. Smoke billowed out, and though Eric had never been particularly apt at mechanics, he knew enough to tell he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Eric resigned himself to waiting in the car. After locking all the doors and turning off the headlights, he climbed into the backseat of the car and wrapped himself in the blanket. He grabbed a granola bar from his bag and a bottle of water, trying to think of anything but the fact that he was currently stranded. 

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Eric heard the distinct sound of a car engine. He scrambled to unlock the car door and lunged outside, twisting himself in the blanket. He ended up falling face-first into the snow but managed to stand up in time to get the driver’s attention.

Though Eric was waving frantically and yelling at the car, it sped right past him, not even slowing down. Eric let out a frustrated groan as he watched the car disappear.

Eric turned back to his car and groaned when he saw his one blanket was being quickly soaked in the snow. Eric wrung it out the best he could, then set it on the passenger seat to dry.

He leaned his head against the car and let out a scream of frustration. He was alone, and lost, and so, so fucked.

“Euh, Bonjour? As-tu besoin d'aide?” Eric heard a voice say behind him. 

Eric spun around to find a man leaning out of the window of his car, looking concerned. Relief flooded through him, melting the cold fear he’d been blanketed in.

“Yes! Yes, thank you! My car broke down and now I’m lost, I’m not from here if you couldn’t tell, and oh gosh I don’t even know if you speak English, pardon me! And as I’m talking I’m just now thinkin about how dangerous this is, with me being in another country talking and all, to a stranger from the side of the road!” Eric flushed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous. Do you ever do that? I get it from my mama. I’ll stop now.”

“Uh,” the man said.

“I’m Eric,” he tried, walking close enough to reach out his hand for the man to shake.

“Jack,” the man said, “And yes, I speak English. Your car broke down?”

“Yeah,” Eric sighed, looking back at the thing. “It’s actually a rental. My phone died when I tried to call for help, which was just my luck, really.”

“Do you want me to take a look?” Jack offered. 

Eric hesitated. Really, this was dangerous. A strange man, from the side of the road? He’d normally never do this, but he figured it was either die from the cold or chance Jack being some sort of crazy ax-murderer. And the snow didn’t have silky black hair or icy blue eyes, so.

Eric nodded. “Yes, please.”

Jack drove up a few feet to park his car, then got out and jogged back to Eric. As he popped the hood of the car and leaned in to take a look, Eric couldn’t even pretend to ignore the size of the guy. Jack was gorgeous, from his broad shoulders to his trim waist to his big, big thighs–

“Engine is busted,” Jack confirmed, wiping his hands on his (unfortunately loose) jeans. “I can call someone, but it’ll be a while before they get here. Or I could take you back into town?”

“Oh, um, how long would it take for someone to come by?” Eric asked.

“Honestly? Two hours if you’re lucky. Traffic is brutal right now.”

Eric hummed in understanding. Traffic had been awful. That’s why he took this route in the first place. He debated it in his head: wait it out, or risk taking a ride with a stranger. 

“And how do I know you’re not some killer, Jack?” Eric tried for teasing, pushing him lightly. Jack’s face pulled into a frown.

“You don’t know who I am?” Jack asked. Eric shook his head.

“Should I?”

“Well… no, I guess not. I just thought, since you have that Falconers hat–”

“Oh, this is my roommate’s! He’s a real big hockey fan. Canada boy born and bred, and all that.”

“Huh. Well, if it makes a difference, I’m their starter,” Jack deadpanned. Eric waited for any signs of a give, for Jack to admit he was fibbing, but he just kept looking at Eric expectantly.

Hardy-har-har,” Eric mocked, rolling his eyes. “I know this is Quebec, but claiming to be a professional hockey player isn’t exactly helping your credibility here, Mister– oh.”

Eric stared at the screen of Jack’s phone that Jack had thrust in his hands. Looking closer, he could make out an article entitled, “JACK ZIMMERMANN TRADED TO PVD FALCONERS, 8.9M CONTRACT DEAL,” dated a year ago. Right below was a picture of Jack in a baseball cap standing next to the Stanley Cup.

“You’re– sweet Lord, I stand corrected,” Eric said, handing Jack back his phone. “Well, it’s not every day I get offered some quality time with a beautiful professional athlete,” Eric teased, blushing when he realized what he’d said. Jack’s smile was only growing, though, reassuring Eric that he hadn’t crossed a line. “Alright then, Mr. Zimmermann, I suppose I’ll have to accept that ride from you if only to brag about it to my roommate– who, quite honestly, needs taking down a notch or two.”

Jack’s smile widened. “Great. Do you need help with your things?”

“Thank you sugar, but I’m okay. I just have a few bags. I’ll be over in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Eric all but dashed back to his car and hastily unlocked the front seat. He grabbed the still-wet blanket and threw it in his bag, along with the rest of his things he’d taken out during the drive. Eric then popped the trunk and pulled out his suitcase before locking the car back up and lugging his things towards Jack.

Jack was standing on the passenger door side and took Eric’s things from him, setting them down in the back seat. Before Eric had a chance to move, Jack had opened his door, too. 

“After you,” Jack smirked, his cheeks flushed.

Eric chided himself. Jack was cute, yes, and maybe even a little bit flirty, but he was a jock. And Eric had enough experience with jocks to know the likelihood of being friends, let alone dating one, was close to zero for him.


They lapsed into an awkward silence the first few miles, with Eric’s phone charging and Jack focusing mostly on the road. It struck Eric once again that he was hitch-hiking with a multi-millionaire professional athlete who was easily twice Eric’s size. 

“You live in Providence then? What brings you to Montreal?” Eric tried, desperate to pull a conversation out of Jack if it killed him. 

“Visiting family,” was all Jack said.

“Well! I used to visit my folks all the time. We don’t speak much anymore, actually, but my mama is coming around I think. I’m from Georgia if you couldn’t tell.”

Jack hummed in acknowledgment. “I made some stupid mistakes when I was younger. I’m sure you can read all about them later, if you want. But after that, I’ve been really close with my parents. It’s… nice.”

Now it was Eric’s turn to fall silent. “Sounds like it.”

“So,” Jack cleared his throat, “What brings you to Canada?”

Eric tried to keep his smile to himself at Jack’s attempts at small talk. “Well! I think I mentioned this earlier, but I’m actually here as part of my book tour. To think I was posting vlogs just a year ago, and now I have my own cooking show!”

“I know,” Jack said slowly, glancing over at Eric. “I watch your show. It’s uh– it’s relaxing.”

“Oh! I didn’t peg you as particularly into Food Network shows,” Eric said, trying his best to calm the blush heating up his cheeks.

“The cute host helps,” Jack mumbled. 

“Well!” Eric stumbled. He felt like his whole body was burning up, from his fingers to the tips of his ears. “You sure know how to make a boy feel special, Mr. Zimmermann.”

They carried on in their conversation, sharing playful quips and side glances the entire ride. After what felt like no time at all, Jack was pulling into a town. It was unrecognizable to Eric, but Jack seemed to know exactly where they were. 

“Which hotel are you staying at?” Jack asked. Eric’s traitorous brain offered him images of inviting Jack to his room, of Jack laying him out on his too-large bed and taking him apart. Fuck

“The Holiday Inn? It’s downtown,” Eric offered. 

“Right. So, we’re about 15 minutes away.”

“Oh,” Eric said, suddenly at a loss for words. He didn’t want his time with Jack to be up. “Okay.”

They spent the rest of the drive in silence. Eric chided himself. We wanted to keep talking, to go back to whatever nonsense he’d been prattling on about, but the reality that he would have to say goodbye to Jack in just a few minutes was a heavy weight on his chest.

As Jack parked alongside the curb in front of Eric’s hotel, Eric decided, fuck it. He pulled a copy of his book and a sharpie out from his carryon.

To Jack, he wrote. Thanks for the ride. And not being a kidnapper. If you ever want to spend more time with your favorite cute host, call me. -ERB

 Eric added his phone number below his signature and drew a few scattered hearts. He exhaled slowly before handing over the book.

“To remember me by,” Eric said as he stepped out of the car. “It was nice meeting you, Jack.”

They said their goodbyes, and soon Jack was driving away into Montreal traffic. The trip to his room was exhausting. Eric felt like he needed a large cheeseburger and three days worth of sleep. He settled on the nap, stripping to his boxers before slipping into bed.

When he woke up, the sky was dark. The digital clock on the nightstand read 4:39 am. Eric groaned, cursing his body for not just sleeping through the night. He blindly felt for his phone, resigning himself to a few hours of twitter before he had to get up.

When he unlocked his phone, Eric gasped. There were a string of texts from an unknown number. 


This is Jack.


You said to text you.

You’re probably asleep. Sorry.

Text me when you’re up. I’d like to take you up on that offer.

Eric smiled. This boy.

Until Next Time—02 [m]

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: woooow, the next part finally re-uploaded!! the sports collab is taking longer than i thought to finish and push out…. oh my, LOL

[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

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The Styles Effect Pt. 1

Part Two

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)


Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

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I Bet I Could

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Requested?: Nope! Someone thought Ale was my “best friend who gave me orgasms” and then this happened.

Summary: None of your partners have ever satisfied you in bed. Anthony wants to fix that. (This is a smut) 

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, hickeys, biting, hair pulling, teasing, slight dirty talk (barely)

Words: 5.2k+ (whoops)

A/N: I don’t even have anything to say about this. Enjoy the sin yall. (Shout out to Ale for being my bomb ass beta)

Tags: @dysfunctionalfangirl @icanneverbesatisfied @catastrophiclimabean @patron-saintof-sluts @fanficsj @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @anthonyramosobc @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton

There was seldom anything you kept from Anthony. He’s been your closest friend since birth. You grew up attached at the hip – going to the same schools and living next door to each other. When Anthony was accepted into a performing arts college with a full scholarship you celebrated for hours at his house. When you were accepted to your dream college, he snuck a bottle of champagne into your house and you both drank away in your room until the bottle was empty.

The only downfall was you would be going to college out of state. It would be the first time there was a lot of distance between you two, he wouldn’t be a 2 minute walk from you anymore. This was something you avoided dealing with for as long as you could. Then move-in day came and the van was full of your stuff. You stood in your bare room, mentally placing every item you removed back in its spot.

“It’s so desolate.”

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Last night I cried because the days were speeding up –
When did the space between sunrise and sunset
become shorter than a breath?
Just yesterday I was thirteen, pasting black liner around my eyes
and emphasizing the exclamation mark between panic and the disco;
each month felt like a decade, each new year a miracle.
Today my girlfriend’s two-year visa runs out;
I remember when she got it, wrapped in shiny silver packaging,
just yesterday.
When we went out to celebrate, I held my breath as I surrendered a fake ID.
Today I don’t even get carded.
I type this on an old laptop with a cracked and bleeding screen,
which was once a “coming soon” fantasy on the Apple website.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the days got better as they sped up,
but I’ve started to measure time by the rocks in my stomach,
the weights on my shoulders,
and the laugh lines around my mouth, which are now just lines.
They are the only thing that change.
Already, a week has passed since I started to write this poem
on the back of an old bookstore receipt.
The receipt is dated from six months ago,
although I bought that book
just yesterday.
—  Just Yesterday, When We Were Young
Best Friend

Drabble - Best Friend Ϟ

requests open♡


Taehyung x Reader

requested ⇢ @taexkth

Summary: Taehyung gets jealous that you’re out with someone else but you prove to him that you care about him just as much as he cares for you.

Originally posted by nochuie

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good luck kisses || Batfamily

Alright, I remember someone requested a little batsis and this was the only thing I could come up with a few days ago.

She made her way down the stairs to the cave with Alfred following behind her, without his help she wouldn’t be able to open the secret door since Bruce hadn’t installed any shorter button for her.

The little girl wore a huge smile on her face as she spotted her family.

The first one to spot her was Barbara, the young woman always come over to help the family with some cases by Alfred’s side if she has the time to do so, Barbara turned her wheelchair around as the little girl jumped into her awaiting arms.

“Miss you too.”

The youngest Wayne giggled as she climbed down, “are you guys about to leave?” She asked curiously.

Bruce reached his gloved hand to ruffle her soft locks, earning a huff and a cute pout which he only chuckles at, “aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

The pout quickly replaced by a nervous looking expression, followed by a short, awkward laugh.

“I wanna kiss you good luck.” She replied shyly as she shifted her weight to her left leg, “because I never get to since I have to sleep early!”

Dick immediately shoved his younger brothers aside, they simultaneously grunt in annoyance, before he knelt down in front of his sister, his mouth was formed into a huge, dorky grin.

“How come you’re blood-related to Damian but you have none of his cocky attitudes?” He blurted, earning a good smack on the back of his head by the aforementioned boy.

“Shut it, Grayson,” Damian hissed.

The innocent little girl blink as she looked up at her brother, “that was rude, Damian!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud noise that came from the huge computer, Barbara immediately get into her earlier place before typing something, making a few windows popped into the screen.

“Time to go boys.”

“So that means I can give my good luck kisses now?”

She started with the closest one, which was Dick, she planted a short kiss on the former boy wonder’s cheek. “Good luck!”

Dick returned her small kiss by attacking her face with his own kisses, earning a few giggles, before finally standing up to leave first.

Then she motioned for Damian and Tim to crouch down, Tim obediently did as she wanted meanwhile Damian, rolled his eyesnot wanting to admit he actually happy- and crouched down also.

“Good luck, Timmy,” she grinned, kissing the tip of his nose, making Tim scrunched up his face and stood up before she turned to peck Damian’s forehead, “you too, demon spawn.”

Jason’s snort and laugh were muffled by his red helmet until he took it off, he too crouched down after Tim and Damian left.

“Hey, gumdrop.” The ravenette grins as his sister did the exact same thing she did to Damian, “I’ll bring you something when I got back.”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up with glee, though a slight exhaustion was visible on her smaller features she gave her brother a lazy nod as she held up her pinky finger, “promise?”


Bruce watched the two interact for a moment, he then picked his littlest up and ushered Jason to leave with a look.

“Time to go to bed.”

“But daddy, you haven’t received your good luck kiss yet.” The little girl mumbled sleepily, leaning her head against the man’s chiseled chest while her sleepy eyes slowly fluttered shut.

Bruce was about to respond to her, his lips were parted but no sound was made seeing his little one already sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“good night.”

my brain felt a little wacky,
I procrastinated on my work just to put this to Tumblr and my boss saw me.

so, eh…

Originally posted by coporolight

Rika’s back and MC gets left

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x

  • Everyone was happy to know that Rika did not die and was back to the RFA 
  • At first you were okay with everyone ignoring you because hey, their long time friend was back and you know you couldnt possibly compete with the time they had with her 
  • over the next few days you do start to feel jealous that their main focus is Rika and no one really has talked to you since she came back except for short messages of:

“Hi MC!” “I’m so happy MC…” “Did you eat?” “Oh gotta go, take care!”

  • You know they mean well and are trying to be nice but you can’t help but feel like you were being abandoned so soon 
  • You begin to feel under the weather and decide that maybe the feeling of being jealous isnt helping your health so you decide to go a few days without logging in 
  • Of course, no one really noticed much thinking that you were tired or on break since Rika said she’d take back the job of coordinating the party emails and such
  • Ofc doesnt help that Rika reassures everyone that you’re fine even though she hasnt talked to you at all 
  • When you log in after 3 days you feel utterly hurt that no one really was concerned for you and you feel betrayed:

You gave up ever going back to your home country to stay and help the RFA (pretty stupid idea now)
You lived with a bomb pretending to be okay becuase you didnt want anyone to worry 
You tried your hardest to help everyone deal with their issues because you felt that they would do the same for you 
You felt like you had a home and a family with the RFA after all you all went through together 

  • Out of anger you leave your phone bc you know 707 probably keeps tabs on your from time to time he hasnt talked to you much b/c of a mission & know he’d probably talk to you but you dont wanna bother him and go out for a run
  • You notice you have lost a lot of weight and think that maybe you should see a doctor for a check up  you haven’t had one since you moved to Korea 
  • YOu speed up going to the ER when you notice that you started coughing up blood after your run
  • Since no one has asked about you, you dont say anything and pretend that everything is okay even though you get really happy when someone acknowledges you even if its briefly 
  • “Is there anyone that can come with you to the next appointment MC?” the doctor looks at you somberly and you shake your head explaining that you just moved here and are on your own  
  • He nods and then tells you that your results will be ready for you tomorrow and to come with maybe a friend 
  • Ofc you dont want to worry anyone so you pretend that you’ll ask for someone to go with you
  • You begin to get scared and think maybe you should ask, surely someone would care
  • You log in the chat and see that it is just you and Rika and Jumin 

Jumin: Thank you again for the book. I still haven’t finished it yet, but Elizabeth and I are almost halfway through. 
Rika: Oh don’t worry ^^ I know you’ll finish it eventually!

MC has entered the chatroom. 

MC: Hey guys… 
Rika: How did your meeting go with the president of Honey BUddah Chips? I’m sure 707 and Youngsung will be happy if they can come to the next party ^^
Jumin: Assistant Kang scheduled it for later on this evening. With your encouragement, I’m sure the meeting will go smoothly. I’ll tell them to email you later.
Rika: Why thank me? You’re the one that has to talk to them! All I do is just email them through a screen and not face to face~
Jumin: You’re too modest Rika
MC: guess I’ll come back at a better time then ^^;

MC has left the chatroom.

  • For sure now you know that telling them would be useless
  • So you don’t tell them anything at all.

anonymous asked:

You're a super amazing writer, just FYI :) If you're still doing prompts, how about 39 for clexa?

Lexa stared down at the text message lighting up her screen in the dark, stared and stared until her vision began to blur. Her heart was stuck in her throat, had been now for going on twenty hours. She’d spent the entire day in bed, skipping her two Tuesday classes and sacrificing a shower in exchange for a snotty pillow, soft blanket, and Grey’s Anatomy reruns. Anyone who asked, though, was given a meticulously thought-out explanation of how she was out of town for the day, visiting the wildlife sanctuary three hours away for a research assignment. It wasn’t unbelievable. It wasn’t even a stretch. Lexa did such things occasionally for her conservation classes. But it was a lie.

At least she didn’t have to worry about a roommate. Being an RA could be a serious pain in the ass, but the single dorm it guaranteed her was a godsend. She had never liked having a roommate. She liked her space, needed her space. Her privacy.

She stared down at the words on her screen again, the last of a long string of text messages (forty-two, to be exact) sent between 10:32 the previous night and now.

I’m going to break into Vale. I swear to Moses, Lexa, I will do it.

Lexa rolled her eyes. Vale Hall was her dormitory, and Clarke didn’t have access. She didn’t even live on campus. She lived in an apartment across town. Lexa huffed a warm breath up toward her eyes. They had been cycling back and forth between too wet and too dry, and now, they were just tired. Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced back down.

I’ll steal Raven’s rock-climbing gear and scale the building.

With a sigh, Lexa flicked her thumb over the screen and scrolled up to read some of Clarke’s earlier messages again.

You know I hate the silent treatment.

Can we just talk about this? Please?

My stomach is in knots. I hate this. Please, talk to me.

It’s been like twelve hours. I didn’t sleep all night. I look like I just climbed out of a trash can. Talk to me.

Can I come over?

Ignoring me only makes me stronger, you know. I level up every time I see the little check mark saying you’ve read my messages but don’t respond. I’m going to hulk out if this goes on much longer.

I know you’re not really at the sanctuary. I can see your location on Snapchat.

Lexa had changed all her settings after that. No read receipts. No location access on her social media. It was a little extreme, but she just needed a day. This one day to be by herself, to feel her stupid feelings, and then to snap back to being herself. Strong. Steady. Secure. Stoic.

And absolutely, positively not in love with her best friend.

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anonymous asked:

hii tay, can you do an imagine where the reader goes on a blind date with someone, but he's kind of rude and she meets Josh while on the blind date and they hit it off?


It’s not that Peter isn’t lovely. Really, he is. He’s tall and his hair is neatly done, and he smells like department store perfume and he’s everything you’re supposed to want to take home to your parents.

The problem is that he’s mind-numbingly dull and–even worse–completely uninterested in you. Even when he picked up you up, dressed up a tight dress with your makeup all done, he’d barely mumbled a compliment. You probably should’ve taken the hint and claimed sickness before you’d gotten to the arena, but you didn’t want to offend the guy. Your mother had raised you better than that.  

You sigh, head propped up in your hand. The bleachers are cold underneath you and you have absolutely no idea what the players on the court below are even doing. The game’s just started, but Peter is already engrossed in it, eyes tracking the players’ movements carefully. You would ask a question about the team or why their shorts are so long they cover their knees, but you’re sure Peter would just mildly play it off.

“Sorry, sorry, coming through,” a light voice comes from your left. You snapped your head around to see two boys pushing their way through the bleachers towards you. The yellow haired one is doing the pushing, loudly shouting sincere apologies as he goes through. The short-haired one behind him is carrying a giant bag of popcorn and a soda, an overly pleased grin on his face.

They bustle their way through until they’re right next to you and Peter. The yellow one sits right next to you, still nattering away at his friend. He’s wearing sweats and a tank top, and you feel absurdly overdressed next to him in your fancy heels and curled hair.

You turn your head away when you hear a loud “Hi!” in your ear. It’s the boy, smiling at you and…oh. He’s got these soft eyes that look like melting waterfalls and he reminds you of a star. He’s just very pretty despite the fact that he looks like he just came from a skate park.

“Hi,” you smile back. Maybe the night won’t be so awful after all.

“I’m Josh. This is my friend Tyler.” Tyler smiles and waves at you. He looks easy going too.

“I’m Y/N. This is, uh, my date, Peter.” you gesture over at Peter, who’s pointedly still staring at the game. “Um, Peter?”

The man turns his head slightly, “Yeah?”

“This is Josh and Tyler.” He waves, uninterested, at the duo.

Peter mumbles a semblance of a hello at them and turns his head completely back to the game. You can feel your face drop a little, but you try to smile at Josh. His brow is furrowed in Peter’s direction, and he mouths to you “Silent type, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, careful not to bump your shoulder into Peter.

Josh  focuses back on you. It’s almost dizzying, the caramel eyes staring so earnestly into yours. “Where are you from, then?”

“Columbus. You?”

“Yeah? Us too.”

The crowd around you suddenly roars. You lean back a bit, not realizing how close you’d been leaning in to Josh. He’s still only looking at you though, despite the people yelling around you. Peter is on his feet yelling obscenities. “What happened?” You ask him.

“What?” He almost yells back. “You’re so quiet, can’t you speak up?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. “I just asked what happened.”

“They fouled one of our players.”

“What does that mean?”

Peter gives you a cold look. “Don’t you go to college here? How can you not know the basic rules of basketball?”

You gulp, “I—”

“Nevermind. It’s when players make contact with another player, basically,” he huffs. “You’re not allowed to do that.”

“Oh—” you briefly stumble over your words. Peter turns back to game, huffing loudly.

Josh’s face is thunderous when you glance back at him.  He grumbles under his breath, “Well, that was rude.”

If that’s not terribly endearing, you’re not sure what is. You can feel yourself fonding over Josh as they fall back into a conversation, with his little quips and comments throughout the game and his lovely eyes and strong biceps and the way he laughs at you like you’re actually telling funny jokes. He’s just so happy and perfect and he gets eye crinkles when he smiles. You love eye crinkles.

A loud horn and the bustling of people around them startles you. Peter’s trying to shuffle past you, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”.

You frown at him, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Tyler leaves too, and Josh fixes you with a curious look. “Why in the world are you on a date with that guy? No offense or anything, but he’s kind of prick.”

You laugh at his remark, “My friend thought we’d be a good match. I’m not sure how she could have possibly thought that. Remind me to never let myself get set up on a blind date ever again,” you sigh.

Josh launches into a story about the “worst date I’ve ever been on, I swear, Y/N, it was the most awful night of my life”. His eyes are shining and you’re not sure of the last time you laughed this hard. He’s still talking when Peter comes back grumbling slightly under his breath and avoiding your eyes. Josh glares daggers at him, like the guy’s personally attacking him.

“Is that a Kiss Cam?” Tyler asks as he sits back down, pointing at the big screen.

You smile in awe at the old couple on the screen now. You and Josh both laugh at the various couples they show, watching both awkward and sweet kisses they share.  You’re mid-laugh when you freeze, shocked at what they’re showing now. It’s focused on you and Peter. More specifically, you now staring at Peter and Peter completely ignoring you. He’s not even glancing over at you or turning his head in the slightest. You can feel your cheeks heat up again, looking helplessly over at Josh.

Josh, who’s still smiling at you like a ball of sunshine, quirks an eyebrow and narrows his eyes. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and mint chewing gum, and he kisses you back just as eagerly. His lips are soft against yours and you think that you might be a little in love. You pull back after what feels like forever, leaning your forehead against Josh’s. Your smile is so wide it feels like it’s going to split your face open, and when you finally lean back to look at Josh, he’s smiling just as wide, eye crinkles and all.

Tyler looks a little shocked behind him, leaning over with wide eyes. He’s looking behind you at Peter, who’s finally paying attention.

He has a cold expression and his eyebrows are furrowed. He crosses his arms stiffly over his chest and glares at you. “We’re on a date. You can’t kiss other people when you’re on a date with me. Who does that?”

You stutter out a semblance of a response, but then Josh is leaning forward. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re kind of a dick.”

Peter’s jaws drops open at him. He looks like he’s about to spit a response back when Josh turns to you and grins widely at him. “Wanna get out of here?”

You laugh, “Yeah, of course I do.”

He stands and offers a hand to you, “Let’s go. We’ve got things to do, places to see.”

You let Josh pull you up and you can’t keep the stupid grin off from your face. He takes your hand again and starts pulling you gently down the bleachers. You turn and wave back at Tyler and Peter. Peter looks like he’s swallowed a something whole but Tyler quickly gives you a soft smile and a thumbs up. “Bye, Peter! Hopefully I’ll see you soon, Tyler.” You laugh again and let yourself get pulled along by Josh.

Josh turns around and smiles at you, “You okay?”

Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but you have a strange feeling that you just met your soulmate. You beam back, “I am now.”

A kid called my girlfriend a bitch after my girlfriend let them go ahead of us in a crosswalk.

Someone posted a story on here that made me think of something that happened to me about 4 years ago. My girlfriend and I were passing through a school zone one day and a bunch of kids that lived around the school were walking home.

We were driving through and came to a crosswalk so my girlfriend stops and waves these 3 younger looking girls on to go ahead of us. There were 2 blondes and a brunette. The brunette hits the sidewalk and turns towards our car and yells “thanks bitch!” And flips us off and runs away with the 2 blondes.

They cut through some yards but we could see what street they ended up on. I told my gf to pull over there. I was fired up haha no one calls my girl a bitch and gets away with it! So after some coaxing I finally talk her into driving over to that street.

They all there are facing away from the road walking up to a house. I thought oh this is too good I’m gonna go up to them and ask who is home so they will feel scared I’m gonna tell their parents. At least that was the plan walking up.

They are almost to the door so my gf pulls over in front and I walk up after them and say “why is the world would you call my girlfriend that when she’s trying to be nice to y'all??!” They turn around like they’ve seen a ghost. I immediately notice one of the blondes is younger than the other 2. I ask them how old they are and if their parents allow them to cuss. I also notice is that these 2 blondes are scared as heck but the brunette that called her bitch has an attitude and seems mad. She says “I can say whatever the fuck I want, they don’t care…”

This pissed me off so I ask how old they are. The 2 older girls are 12 and the younger is 10. I ask whose house this is and the blondes both immediately point at the brunette. I say okay let’s see how your parents feel about this then and walk up to the screen door like I’m gonna knock. The brunette laughs and says my parents aren’t here. I say that’s fine I’ll just wait here for them. It’s about 3:30 at this point and the brunette says they won’t even be here until 5.

I say good that’s when I’ll come back over then so we can talk about what you said to my girlfriend. Now the brunette looks scared. I ask the blondes are you guys gonna be here at 5? They shake their heads yes. I say when her parents get here will you let them know what’s going on and that I’ll be back by to talk to them? They kinda look like they feel bad for having to snitch but I tell them as long as they tell the brunettes parents ill make sure their parents don’t find out. They promise and the brunette starts crying and finally seems sorry. She walked up my girlfriends car and apologized before running in the house with her friends.

I never went back or even had any intention of telling anyones parents haha. Hell I remember being that age and trying anything to be cool in front of my friends. I just wanted to teach them a lesson about consequences and the power of calling someone a name when they don’t deserve it in the real world. My girlfriend still tells this story about how I had to stick up for her to 12 year olds

It’s a Buck Girl Thing (2/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)

Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Sexual content and swearing

A/N: I need you help guys - I’m torn between giving you shorter but more frequent updates on this story and wanting to make it a sizeable piece for you to read when it’s posted - what would you prefer?


Also: The gif is perfect.

Originally posted by mybuchanan

You thought you were doing pretty well – there wasn’t much time for talking during the run. What you did find quite surprising is with what ease you managed to work up a really fast pace – easily keeping up with the Cap. Obviously, the super soldier serum must have enhanced Bucky’s body to a stage where normal physical exercise was not challenging any more. Steve lead with an unbelievably fast run, clearly in aim of actually giving you both a good workout. By the time you were finished, you must have run a marathon in less than an hour. At this point you were quite out of breath and welcomed your arrival at the Tower.

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