elevator incident

Okay, so ummm thing that’s been bothering me since last Tuesday evening:

If you know/think you know something about an actor’s personal life, please keep it to yourself. In no way is it your information to share. They deserve to have their own lives, away from the public eye just as much as you do.

corporate au

february 17 | “reunion”
(Late? I don’t know the meaning of that word. Here’s the final day’s outline! This week has been awesome and I hope you’ve all enjoyed the fanworks on @r76valentinesevent as much as I have.)

Corporate AU where Jack and Gabriel are CEOs from rival companies that unknowingly sleep together. The morning after their one night stand, Gabriel figures out that Jack is the head of Overwatch and storms out, furious, thinking that Jack had just slept with him to play mind games. Jack wakes up alone and is also upset because he’d thought that Gabriel seemed like a pretty cool guy but he turned out to be a jerk that only wanted to get into Jack’s pants.

Fast forward a few days to the morning of an important negotiation between Overwatch and Blackwatch. Jack shows up to work and gets into the elevator and who does he see? Gabriel. 

Their meeting is on the very top floor of Overwatch’s headquarters, and Jack normally hates the ride up, but he’s pissed. He pushes every. single. elevator. button. 

They argue the entire way up. Spoiler alert: they’re making out by the time they arrive.

“I’ve had more than enough time being stuck with you, considering the whole elevator incident.”

“Next time, let’s just agree to let me do the talking.”

“I’m just a journalist. You’re a superhero. You can be with anyone you wanted. Why me?”

“I’ve been watching them argue for an hour now. At this point, I want to drag them home by their ears.”

“You have seven eyes too many to be a human. Just saying.”

“I’m an angel, not cupid. I am not interfering with your love life.”

FBI Friday

Title: Batman Wears Neon Boxer Briefs

Description: A one shot in which Reid and the reader work together at the BAU and are good friends, and one night she drives him back to his apartment after he gets kinda wasted. Drunken hilarity ensues.

A/N: Hey this is the first Criminal Minds one shot I’ve ever posted. It’s very much fluff, not even especially romantic fluff, but I tried to make it pretty funny, so let me know what you think!

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You Serve Me

Request: “Reader teases Graves the whole day at MACUSA after the fight they had, (just everywhere, in his office, elevators, even at meetings omg), and when they come home after work the whole thing ends up with angry, sort of punishing sex for the poor reader. {I love your writing, honey, you’re an inspiration because I write myself sometimes}” + “could I request a percival smut that he and the reader work together and they have a love/hate relationship? love your fics btw ♡”

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Word Count: 2031

Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by givemeloveeff

“This isn’t right.” You said to yourself mostly, but Percival still came over, looming his head over to look at the paperwork. His cologne wafted into your senses, mixed with the smell of peppermint toothpaste and coffee. It was just hitting 9am, and you were already eager to head home, not wanting to deal with the pile of irrelevant data that had stacked up on your desk.

“Then fix it.” He shrugged, sipping on the double espresso coffee you had brought for him before work started. “That’s what you’re for, right?”

You had to hold yourself back with great difficulty from slapping his smirking mug. This had been going on since the start of the week, and you were completely fed up. It was enough to belittle you by using his superiority to make you take his coffee orders, but now he was crossing a line by getting you to do his work.

“How long do you plan to torment me?” Your voice raised, face locked in a permanent scowl as you watched the smile fall from his face.

“Are you forgetting your role, (Y/n)?” He grumbled, trying to look indifferent as his cold laced words escaped him. “I am the director of magical security, you serve me.”

You threw your hands in the air, flabbergasted. “Yes but I’m not your personal assistant Percy-“

“That’s Mr. Graves, while you’re here.”

He threw a knowing smirk. He was playing a dangerous game here, but he didn’t seem to realise. You could’ve let every Auror know just how Mr. Graves likes getting his cock sucked, or how he worships your body on the weekends. But instead you found yourself putting on a pleasant smile, obeying him for the sake of plotting your revenge in a much more torturous way.

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Ezra is AD and Big Bad of PLL - Season 2

This post is a continuation of other posts that offer evidence that Ezra is Uber A and Big Bad of PLL. This post deals solely with evidence from Season 2.

The Aria-Ezra-Jason love triangle:

What is more classic than a family rivalry over a girl? That scene at the dinner table is memorable. I’m thinking Ezra is also Mary Drake’s and was adopted to the Fitzgeralds. It’s very interesting if Ezra is A ..after Ali and Aria at the same time, while Jason tries to protect them both, in his own way.

Ezra also brought whiskey to the dinner at Aria’s which A is commonly seen drinking. Only a few characters at this point in the show are old enough to buy alcohol. Ezra is one of them.

Ezra’s Hollis diploma was seen in Dr. Sullivan’s office….A/Mona would’ve had to plant it. Who would have given Mona access to the diploma other than Ezra? Maybe Aria … but we all know how everyone feels about the Aria is A theories.

Jason tells Aria that Alison took the pictures of her she found, but Ali never mentions this nor do they explain. Who else would have intimate access to Aria to take pictures of her sleeping and plant them as Ali’s? Ezra. These same pictures are seen above A’s desk in a lair. Later on in season 6, Ezra mentions having a portrait of Aria above his desk. Maybe this was the one he was actually talking about.

Jason then has this photo framed and gives it to Aria as a gift.

Then A seems to viciously go after Jason. It would make sense if Ezra actually took these pictures and got jealous when Jason framed them for Aria. It would make perfect sense that Ezra would want to punish Jason for trying to take Aria away from him (hence the elevator shaft incident).

In “Eye of the Beholder,” we learn that Jenna was in Jason’s house when it exploded. However, Jason never asked Jenna to come over or was involved with her. It would make sense that Ezra would want to get back at Jason for trying to be with Aria and set his house on fire in revenge. After Aria’s parents forbid her to see Ezra - instead of doing the responsible thing and stay away from her - this obviously doesn’t stop him even though his feelings for her may or may not be real at this point.

Lolita, the book connected to Vivian Darkbloom, is about a teacher being sexually attracted to young girls. Aria looks like Vivian Darkbloom, Ali’s alter ego.

As soon as Jackie started getting into Ezra’s business again, he sent the liars to destroy her. Why would A care about Jackie unless it was someone close to him? Jackie tries to mess with Ezra’s relationship with Aria. This would ruin his “research” and her utility to him as a source of information if they broke up.

Ezra has a mask on at the ball but takes it off and kisses her publicly. The episode is called “unmasked.” Also: He now has his claws in deep and can control her at will.

anonymous asked:

are you still doing au headcanons? because mckirk au with jim as a fireman and bones is a paramedic pretty please. (p.s: i adore your writing, omg)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • The first time Bones stops by the firestation it’s because someone’s unwell, and it’s honestly the most chaotic place he’s ever seen. Literally, there’s a ridiculously handsome guy twirling around the pole like he’s some top class stripper, and two other guys are just laughing at how ridiculous it looks. “Jesus Jim, go do what you’re paid for,” Chief Fireman Pike calls out to him, before apologizing to Bones. “He’s our best fireman, he’s just… weird.” “Okay.” Bones says, in lieu of a better answer. Pike guides him to a back room where a guy is sitting with a pack of ice against his eye. “Tell me what happened.”
  • A big fire breaks out, and the ambulance arrives shortly after the firemen. Bones watches them work, admiring their bravery. They’re entering a building that’s literally on fire, coming out with survivors. Bones checks them all out carefully before he sends them off to the hospital for more treatment. By the time the fire’s put out, it’s close to midnight. Bones is about to leave when he catches Jim, his face covered in ash and his right arm looks incredibly bruised. “Hey,” Bones says, approaching him. “Want me to take a look at that?” Jim looks at his own arm, grimacing lightly. “Nah, doc. It’s fine.” “It doesn’t look fine. Tell me what happened.” Jim looks tired, like he just wants to be anywhere else but here, and that’s understandable. “Just some elevator incident. My arm got stuck trying to pull out a few people. It’s fine. We saved lives, that’s important.”
  • It turns out, Jim’s incredibly reckless as a fireman. Sure, he’s the gentleman who saves cats from trees, who helps old ladies cross the street, and who is generally just such a good person. But ever since Bones has been transferred to Brooklyn, he’s sent to the fire department there at least once a week because of some stupid reckless shit Jim’s pulled. And he’ll sit with him, despite the whole “I’m fine, doc., I don’t need to be patched up”. Bones will tell him to shut up, and he patches him up. 
  • “Ouch. Ow-Bones!” “For the last time, just sit still! It doesn’t have to hurt so much,” Bones says as Jim tries to yank his head away. There’s a nasty cut just above his eyebrow that needs stitches, and Jim’s just constantly making Bones’ life hell here. “I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Jim grits out through his teeth. “I’ll stop doing it on purpose when you stop getting hurt,” Bones counters. He leans in real close to Jim’s face, eyes trained on the wound he’s stitching up, and he can feel Jim’s eyes burning on him. “You smell good,” Jim finally says, and Bones just. He’s speechless for a few seconds. “Thanks?” Bones says, a little hesitantly, before adding: “You dance real good on that pole.” Jim bursts out laughing, the cutest laugh in the world, and it results in Bones having to stitch him up all over again. 
  • And Jim’s just incredibly strong. Bones watches him carry a full grown man in his arms when he exits a burning building, maybe adrenaline has something to do with that, but it’s really impressive. Bones tends to the guy Jim saves and Jim’s doing great. Honestly, Bones pays most attention to his favorite fireman saving people, and he looks so great with grey stained cheeks, toned biceps and his otherwise perfect hair now a dirty blond, but fuck, it’s a look that works well on him. 
  • When they’re mostly done, Bones sits inside the ambulance, and the doors are open and he’s watching the firemen wrap up their stuff. Bones is watching Jim, and the fireman catches Bones staring, and he walks over. Bones notices a limp in his walk. “You okay?” he asks as Jim sits down next to him. “No, doc., I think I need a checkin-up,” Jim says, and Bones frowns because since when does Jim ask for something? “Tell me what’s wrong.” Bones says, and Jim grabs his hand and places it on his leg. “It hurts.” “There?” “Little higher… little higher. Little higher.” Jim says, and Bones catches Jim’s smug grin as Bones’ hand slides up over Jim’s leg, inching closer to Jim’s thighs as he follows his instructions. “Are you-” Bones starts, and he frowns, “Are you kidding me?” “C’mon, doc, I’m serious.” Jim says, even though he’s laughing. He lifts up his arm and points at this little spot there that’s barely even noticeable. “See this? No one’s ever looked into that spot on my arm. What if it’s something serious? Maybe you should go back to my place so you can give me a full exam.” Bones rolls his eyes. “No,” he says, even though it’s definitely a yes. Jim looks insulted. “Take your stethoscope and listen to your own heart, surely it’s telling you to go out with me.” “Jim, no.” “I wish I was your coronary artery so I could be wrapped around your heart.” “Stop.” “I’m a sperm donor-” “JESUS” Bones bursts out laughing, and Jim’s laughing too, and he’s fairly sure it’s because both of them are exhausted. Jim leans in and pushing him back until Bones is just lying on the floor of the ambulance, and he leans over him so he can kiss him, faint taste of smoke on Jim’s lips. Jim runs a hand through Bones’ hair, realizing an ambulance probably isn’t the best place to continue this, so he pulls away with a smirk and he’s just like: “So, want to go and play doctor at my place?” Bones groans because Jim’s lines are just terrible, but he’s definitely going to Jim’s place tonight.

britishroyallove  asked:

From reading Prince William's interview with GQ, it sounds like interviews with Royals are rare. Do you think the Queen will ever give an interview?

They are quite rare yes ^^ 

Her Majesty gave a semi-interview for the documentary The Queen at 90. It wasn’t really an interview but they had her, and other member of the royal family react to old footage of the family. It’s a lovely documentary ^^ 

Apart from that there are several other videos on Youtube that show the queen speaking more candidly. A few I like:

And a personal favourite of mine: the broken elevator incident. Where the Queen is heard said my favourite sentence I’ve ever heard her say;

“What a life one lives”

I hope you enjoy these ^^ but I don’t know whether HM has ever given a proper interview, or whether she ever will. I would love that but she might not. Thanks for you quesiton ^^

itcouldbendoritcouldbreak  asked:

My heart is hurting from the #8 prompt you wrote so #21 for mileven please?

#21: “I’m better when I’m with you”

Send me prompts

Eleven and small spaces didn’t exactly mesh together. Eleven and small spaces and Mike, well, that was a bigger problem.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like being around Mike. In fact, her real problem was that she liked being around him just a bit too much. El couldn’t control the way her heart started to beat faster and butterflies erupted inside her every time she even looked at Mike– and she hated it.

He was her friend, she constantly told herself. You don’t think about how cute your friend’s freckles are, or how much you’d really like to kiss them right now. Mike was a friend, and El continued to yell at herself to accept that.

Most of the time she thought she was doing a good job of that, she thought she could talk to him and hang out and not let her mind wander into not-friend territory. But then last week she found herself staring at him for just a second too long, and thinking way too much about how she’d like to continue getting lost in his eyes, when the alarms went off in her head that she wasn’t acting like a friend.

Since then, El had been trying her very best to ignore Mike at all costs. She would limit as much time alone with him as possible, at least until she was able to work this out, until she could be near Mike without needing to constantly remind herself that he was just a friend.

Most of the time, that was easy. Mike was in school for the majority of the day, so El didn’t really see him. But then the weekend hit and it became a lot harder. Her and the boys were off to Indianapolis to compete in the Indiana Science Fair, and El knew that her time away from Mike would be limited.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, all she wanted was to go up to her hotel room, when the elevator got stuck, with just her and Mike in it.

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so close: rebelcaptian one-shot / slight canon divergence / cassian’s perspective

//A life goes by, romantic dreams must die. So I bid my goodbye…//

His blaster gripped tightly to his side, Cassian limped towards the nearest exit. Every fiber in his body felt like a million knives stabbing him with every breath and step he took. He didn’t even know if Jyn had made it to the top, or if she’d even been able to transmit the plans, but he had to at least find her. If there was any hope of survival, it wouldn’t be worth it to him if she didn’t survive with him.

Cassian found the elevator right across the corridor as soon as he’d exited the archive. Still limping, he managed to make it into the elevator without any incident. The blaster still clasped in his right hand, as he pressed the button to take him to the rooftop. The doors closed, and the lights went out. Only natural light and the sounds of battle crept into the small cubicle as the elevator travelled up the side of the citadel. It was the longest elevator ride he had ever experienced.

Cassian spent the dreadfully long ride up focusing all his thoughts on Jyn. Was she alive, has she killed Krennic, had she transmitted the plans? His mind went back to Yavin 4, right before they had left. Her face when she saw him with the band of rebels who had volunteered to sacrifice themselves on Sacriff. It had lit up, and it made him smile. A real smile during war time was rare, especially for Cassian. Then, when she’d approached him and said that she wasn’t used to people sticking around, he’d been tempted to place the gentlest of kisses on her forehead, or possibly her lips. She had even leaned in after he had, maybe she would’ve been okay with it, but Cassian had realized it wasn’t the time nor place. Instead he smiled and whispered, “Welcome home.”

The look in her eyes spoke a thousand words, and that was all he needed to propel his adrenaline. Cassian kept the thought of that moment in his mind as the elevator arrived at the top of the citadel. He couldn’t see anyone, but he heard the voices of both Jyn and Krennic.

He raised his blaster and limped around a column and saw Krennic with his own blaster pointed at Jyn as she stood with her head up high, stubborn as ever. Cassian smiled as he aimed, and shot his blaster, hitting Orson Krennic in the shoulder. Jyn, having not seen Cassian join them, looked at him in shock. But as soon as their eyes met, her face relaxed. She ran over to the comm tower and started pressing buttons. Within moments, the entire galaxy had the plans to the Empire’s ultimate weapon.

//So close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one’s not pretend.//

Jyn ran to Cassian’s aid as he nearly fell from exhaustion. He straightened himself just in time, because Jyn saw Krennic’s near lifeless body just a few feet away. She lunged for him, but Cassian held her back. He pulled her body against his, and did his best to soothe her rage. “It’s over,” he whispered against her forehead. He wasn’t sure if he actually had, but he was certain he’d placed the smallest of kisses to her temple before she moved away to pick up her blaster.

Jyn wrapped her arm around Cassian to help support him back to the elevator. “Do you think anyone’s listening?” she asked him. He nodded and smiled, “I’m sure everyone is.” They shared a smile as they walked into the elevator.

Jyn pressed the button that would take them to the ground level, and turned to Cassian as the doors closed them in. A sudden sense of calm enveloped him. Jyn was staring up into his eyes, and he could tell she felt the same. He gently lifted his hand to the side of her face, and stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. Jyn lifted her hand to cover his, leaning ever so slightly into his gentle touch. Her eyes never left his, as she stood on her toes so their lips were closer, and Cassian closed the distance between them.

Jyn’s lips were chapped, but gentle. Her hand left his and found itself wound tightly in his hair. Cassian felt his heart rate speed up, as his arm wound its way around her waist. Their adrenaline was still flowing through their bodies, and Jyn used it to her advantage. She pulled away ever so slightly, and gasped for a breath before her lips forcefully returned to Cassian’s. Her other hand grasped at the clothing on his chest, longing to be as close to him as possible. This kiss was rooted in their growing affections for each other, but was full of desperation and adrenaline. Cassian wrapped his other arm around her waist, and stretched his hands across her back, trying to memorize how her body felt beneath his calloused fingertips. Their kiss softened to a burning ember, but the ember still burned.

The elevator stopped moving, and they froze. Their lips were still touching, but they pulled apart slowly as the door opened and the beaches of Scariff unfolded before them. Most of the battle had ceased, as all the ships left the sky, and headed towards the atmosphere.

//…And now you’re beside me, and look how far we’ve come. So far we are, so close…//

Arms still wrapped around one another, Cassian and Jyn limped away from the citadel. There were no ships in sight. It dawned on them, that this was it. They had won, but at the cost of their lives. They reached the edge of the water, and collapsed onto their knees.

A large blast, similar to the one that destroyed Jedha, struck the top of the citadel, and landed a few hundred meters out on the water. The horizon had exploded, as if a sun had enveloped the planet. Together, they stared at their demise, before turning to one another. “Your father would’ve been proud of you, Jyn”, he said quietly. Jyn didn’t reply verbally, but smiled and grasped his hand.

Cassian smiled in return, but used their hands to pull her close yet again. They embraced each other in the most intimate hug in all the galaxy. In such a short time, Cassian had found love in the stubborn force that was Jyn Erso. “I love you, Cassian,” she whispered. He smiled, and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I love you too, Jyn Erso.”

They pulled each other even closer. The last thought Cassian Andor ever had, wasn’t how happy he was to give his life for the Rebellion. He had thought that on the way out to the beach. His last thought was that he was happy to give his life in the embrace of the person he loved.

//Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are so close…so close…and still so far.//

(so close - jon mclaughlin)

Mettaton x reader

You couldn’t believe it. After every thing that you, Frisk, and the others had been through, the barrier was finally broken. You wanted to go tell all of the friends that you had made on your way through the underground. There were two in particular. Napsablook and Burgerpants.

You were on your way to talk to BP first because he was closer. As much as you like hanging out with him, you didn’t much care for his boss, Mettaton. Even though he is really popular with most people in the Underground and was really talented, he had been nothing but creepy since the moment that you met him.

Alphys and Blooky had tried to convince you that he was an okay person, and you were almost won over to this idea. That was before the incident. Somehow Mettaton had gotten your phone number, he then called you. All the time. After the fist few days of getting calls every hour, you started to just ignore all of the calls from him. This apparently didn’t go over well, because he started to call even more. It eventually got to the point of calling at a literal nonstop rate.

The only worse thing than your phone constantly ringing was the voicemails that went with them. The nicer ones went along the lines of, “Hello, Darling, I just wanted to talk. Call me when you can.” But then there were the rest of them. These were the ones that made you much more then concerned. These were the voicemails that said, “You’re starting to make me angry, (Name)! That’s not something you really want to do!” or “Your phone didn’t ring as long as it did the last few times. I know you ignored my call on purpose. That was a poor choice on your part, Darling! I will NOT be ignored!”

It had gotten so bad that you took the battery out of your phone. You and Frisk just shared the phone they had gotten from Toriel.

You’re pulled from your thought as the elevator doors open with a ding. You sigh, and push yourself off of the wall you were leaning on. A quick walk later your at MTT Burger. No one else is there, so you can walk straight up to the counter. “Dude, I have some great news for you!” You shout, and about make BP jump through the roof. He turns quickly and says, “(Name)! You can’t talk to me right now! I’m on my shift!” You laugh, and continue, “I don’t care! You need to know! The barrier have been broken! We can all go to the surface!” He looked very excited for a moment, but then quickly changed back to his grumpy face. “That’s great and all, but Mettaton still won’t let me off until my shift is over anyways. In fact, knowing him, he’ll probably give me unpaid overtime.” You sigh, and shake your head. You know he’s sadly right. “Well, just let me know when you do get off, okay?” With that you walked out.

You made a b-line for the exit of the hotel. The sooner you could get out of Mettaton territory the better. Once out of the hotel, you headed for the next elevator. You were headed for the river person because walking the whole way to Blooky’s house by yourself was not a great idea. Especially if there is a slight, if not completely, crazy robot that may or may not be stalking you. You knew that you were being paranoid, but better safe then sorry.

You make it to the elevator with no real incident. You press the button, and stick you hand in your pocket to grab your phone…
“Crap! I forgot to get the phone from Frisk!”
You’re a bit worried for a little bit, but then you figure that it’s probably better for Frisk to have it because they’re younger. You’ll just borrow Blooky’s phone when you get to his house. You get into the now open elevator and start to play the waiting game. It was a straight shot down from the elevator to the river person. You’d just have to walk past the lab.

The hum of the elevator stopped, and was followed by the trademark ding when the doors opened. You’re filled with a sudden feeling of fear when you see Mettaton standing in the doorway. “Surprise, Darling…” He says in almost a whisper. You stand in shock and confusion. What was he doing here? Why did he have that scary expression? Was he waiting for you? You get enough of your nerve back to confront him about the last question. “How did you know that I was going to be here?”

Mettaton smiled maliciously and pulled you out of the elevator. “Did you forget that I was originally built to hunt humans? And there are only two humans down here right now. All I had to do was look and see if my scanners detected an adult or a child. Imagine my delight when it was indeed you, and not Frisk.” With that he pulled you into a impossibly tight hold. You tried to get yourself out, but your futile efforts just made him laugh in dark amusement.

You finally spoke up, “Let me go! I was headed somewhere, and everyone will worry if I don’t get there soon!” Another chuckle left his lips. “I know.” He said in terrifyingly soft voice. “You wanted to go to Blooky’s house. Lucky for you, I’m going somewhere nearby. Actually, that’s where you are going too.” With that his hand went over your mouth, and a strange gas shot into your face.

The last thing you saw as you blacked out was his him picking you up bridal style. “Just rest for now, my dearest. I’ll explain more when we get home. Sweet dreams beautiful”

Elevators- Leafyishere Imagine

In which Calvin keeps running into (Y/N) on the apartment building elevator.

Originally posted by leafybeefy

A/N: Hello, I enjoy writing sub par fanfiction on my free time! Haha, anyway this is my first time writing a “person x reader” fic, and my first imagine I’ve written in a reallllllyyyyy long time so hopefully it isn’t that bad. Enjoy!   

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inell  asked:

"you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital" - Stiles/Jackson

@inell I hope you like it! <3


“Stupid goddamn jackass with his stupid freaking Porsche -.”

Stiles slammed on his brakes just as the light hit red and gripped his steering wheel white-knuckled tight, teeth gritted together.  

He knew, logically, that Jackson wouldn’t deliberately get in a car crash and considering how big of a stick he had up his ass when it came to his car, he doubted the accident was Jax’s fault, either. But it was easier to be mad at him than to face the other feelings: the fear and worry and guilt and, the hardest to face, love.  

The light switched to green and Stiles took off, trying not to push the speed limit.  He’d been taken off guard when he first got the call, surprised that he was even still listed as Jackson’s emergency contact.  That had given way to fear when he realized why he was being called and he’d just managed to take in the few details they’d given him before he was taking the afternoon off work and running out to his jeep.

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Secret Agent! Luke (Part 9)

PART 1// PART 2// PART 3// PART 4// PART 5// PART 6// PART 7// PART 8




“Kidnapped?” You stuttered trying your best to makes sense of the word.

You took the DVD trying to make sense of it all and turned  it around.  A big giant A  was painted on the back and you knew he wasn’t ‘kidnapped’. Not exactly.   This was your fault.

You put the DVD into Luke’s  player and turned on the TV, pressing play on the remote.

And there it was. You watched the video Amanda had threatened you with when you first tried to leave  her room, thinking you would tell the authorities that she was the spy all along.   You watched the camera footage of you and Calum kissing  outside your bedroom.

You turned to the real Calum beside you watching the video, mouth agape, shaking his head as if not believing it .

“Who.. who.. how did someone get this?” Calum asked pointing to the screen.

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anonymous asked:

Can I make a fic request? I have this idea but I can write for shit and I think you're awesome so here goes: zimbits- elevator au: one person is in the elevator and is in a huge hurry and pounds the close button despite seeing the other person coming. Pettiness ensues.

Holy crap, Anon. Idk how to write this but here goes.

Jack Zimmermann did not usually forget his manners, but when he did he was in a hurry. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he muttered as he half sprinted, half power walked through the lobby, slid into the last open elevator and hit the close button about thirty times. The big steel doors began to sigh shut.

“Oh! Hold it for me please!”

Jack glanced up in time to see a handsome blond gentlemen sprinting for his elevator, but he was all the way on the wrong side of the lobby and, well, the doors were already closed. Jack spared him an apologetic, slack-jawed look, feigning deafness as the doors squeaked shut.

Athletics Director Eric R. Bittle—Coach Bittle to the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team—frowned at the closed elevator door and took a sip of his pumpkin spice latte. For a millisecond, an overwhelming inferno of hot rage swept over him.

Snubbed! In his own building! On this day! Didn’t people know any manners?

And just as quickly, the anger smoldered and died. Wrath simply wasn’t in Bitty’s nature, like buying premade pie crust or writing with his left hand. He propped his hip on the wall while he waited for the next elevator and opened Twitter.

[Got furious over something dumb lol.#extra]

Jack slowed to a normal walk and tried to control his breathing. Normally the sprint from the elevator to the conference room wouldn’t so much as wind him, but there didn’t seem to be enough air in the room and that meant he needed to Chill Out before he got into a full blown panic attack. He made himself take a few deep, slow breaths, and then he entered the room.

They were chattering. Late night research paid off; he recognized University President B. Knight at what passed as the “head” of the big, round table. On his left sat the head of the math department Dr. Adam Birkholtz, who was speaking animatedly with the head of the pre-med department, M.D. Oluransi. On Knight’s other side was the head of the arts and behavioral sciences department, Dr. Larissa Duan, engaged in what looked like a staring contest with head of humanities Dr. Derek Nurse. And there were a handful of faces he hadn’t seen on the website faculty page.

Jack’s hands sweated but he put on his most ingratiating smile. “Good morning!”

Knight’s mustache twitched and he nodded at the empty chair on the empty side of the table. “Please, have a seat. We’re still waiting on one last faculty member.”

Jack sank into the free chair, overwhelmingly grateful he wasn’t late-late. He lined up the important documents and scrubbed his palms over the seams of his pants. He touched the lucky button behind his pocket square. He needed all the luck he could get for this job interview.

He was calm. He was in control. He was going to do just fine.

“Aha! There he is!”

“Very professional, Bitts,” Knight scoffed, but his eyes twinkled. “Show up fifteen minutes late with a Starbucks.”

“I’m not fifteen minutes late,” the cute blond gentleman that Jack had very obviously, very rudely, shut the elevator doors on, said around his grin. “And I’d’ve been here even sooner if some yahoo had held the elevator for me.

Jack could feel his soul leaving his body. Oluransi and Birkholtz laughed. “Ooh! Who could deny you, Bitty?”

If someone could pointedly not look at someone, Bittle was pointedly not looking at Jack. With gusto.

This is hell, Jack realized. His anxiety finally killed him. His heart gave out in the elevator and this was his punishment for being rude. He always thought that when he died, there would be a sense of perspective, that he could finally relax because the worst had already happened.

This was not the case.

Over the course of the interview, Jack proceeded knowing he wouldn’t get the job. His hands quit shaking. The stakes, impossibly high, were shuttled off the metaphorical table and he handed his CV and a cache of his published research to the president to flip through. He answered questions carefully, methodically.

He took his time, secure in the knowledge that the worst had already happened: he wasn’t going to get the job.

He was wrong. The worst had not happened, but was yet to come. He got the job, not only as an adjunct professor of North American modern history, but as an assistant coach. Working directly under Director Bittle, the cute guy he was rude to.

This was hell.

Because it would be one thing if Coach Bittle—Bitty—called him out on it. Or if he held a grudge. But it seemed he had completely forgotten the elevator mishap, and plied Jack with more pies and tarts and coffee cakes than any one man should consume. And he was sweet, accommodating, kind. If he’d been a dick, Jack at least could have justified being a dick first. Or settled into his new position secure in the knowledge that the Elevator Incident was memorable to at least one other person.

He could feel himself making a big deal out of practically nothing. But he couldn’t make himself stop.

Bitty skated across the ice, whistle in hand, and leaned against the boards. Their players steadily streamed into the rink, two or three at a time, sleep deprived and mute. Bitty grinned. “It’s time. For Soviet Calisthenics.”

Jack had never seen a grown man burst into tears at six in the morning. By the end of the practice he could see why. “A bit grueling this early in the season, eh?”

Bitty merely raised an eyebrow as he took a plastic container from his work bag and pushed it into Jack’s hands. Some kind of egg dish, still warm. “Jack Zimmermann. We’re not here to play games. We’re here to win.” He handed him a plastic spork. “Now eat your quiche.”

Around Halloween Jack finally cracked. He stepped into an empty elevator with Birkholtz and Oluransi, and turned to see Bitty hurrying down the corridor. “Rans! Hold the elevator!”

And then the small space was a cacophony of hooting and yelling. “Get wrecked, Bittle!” Holster bellowed while Ransom hammered on the close doors button.

The metal doors slid shut right as Bitty drew near, laughing and rolling his eyes and calling them assholes.

“What?” Jack spluttered into the sudden silence.

“Listen, bro,” Holster said, resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “You have not lived until you have seen Bitty’s face when he thinks he’s finally gotten into an elevator—“

“And you pick him up and put him on the wrong side of the doors—“ Ransom interjected.

“And then close them before he can get back in,” Holster finished.

Jack frowned, floored. “Why?”

“Bro. Because we’re stupid.”

The faculty Halloween party was a great deal more exciting than Jack would have expected from a university. But then, Shitty brought tub juice and Lardo brought champagne and between the two of them and Holster and Ransom starting up a beer pong tourney, the teacher’s lounge in Founder’s Hall was bound to get rowdy.

Jack wasn’t entirely sure where the cat ears he was wearing had come from, or where his tie had gone. He and Shitty staggered into the elevator—campus Papa John’s was calling, brah—when Bitty didn’t step into the elevator with them so much as tumble. His momentum pressed Jack into the wall, and there was a nice armful of coach there, yes, excellent. Jack dropped his chin onto the top of Bitty’s head like it belonged there.

“Bittle,” he murmured.


“Bittle. I am so, so sorry about the first day we met. And I was rude. You know the thing.”

“Mmm. I forgive you. Buy me pizza.”

“Bittle, I’m so sorry. But not sorry enough.” And he lifted Bitty off his feet and plopped him on the wrong side of the doors just as they started to slide closed.

“Get wrecked Bittle!” Shitty howled. Down the hall, the noise in the lounge doubled at the sound of Bitty being denied elevator access.

Jack did end up buying Bitty pizza that night.

Dakota sighed as he was tattooed, feeling a little bit relaxed. Ever since the elevator incident, he was a little on edge about life and how he wanted to live it. Getting a tattoo was one of the best distractions from his own mind so here he was. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on a person he knew. “Hiiii.” He called out. “What are you doing here?” He asked them.

Thai Food- Leafyishere Imagine

In which Calvin and (Y/N) move from talking in an elevator to an actual date.

Originally posted by leafyrares

Note: This is a continuation piece to my other imagine, Elevators. You don’t really need to read it in order to understand this one, but here’s the link in case you need some background. 

Warnings: General fluffiness? lol  

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