falling sideways

like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

(complete version)

Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 


 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’

 ‘Nothing!’

 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’


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in pinof 7 when dan told phil to do an impression of a dying goose and phil uses that rubber chicken as his noise and dan is like wtf and then realises what phil did and he falls sideways onto phils bed and goes oh my god and laughs really hard in a deep kinda way and then it jumpcuts to dan being serious ya know he laughed for ages and phil was just smiling bc he made dan laugh like that

Let’s fall in love backwards
Let’s shake hands while crying
Let’s meet the parents on the third date
Let’s tell all our friends we hate each other
so that they’re happy to see us together

Let’s kiss before we hold hands
Let’s fuck before the movie starts
Let’s sleep while we watch it

Let’s end together
Let’s end in 80 years excited for a future
in some other universe

Let’s fall in love backwards,
sideways,
and upside down

let’s fall in love
Let me fall in love with you
when you don’t think you can be loved
Fall in love with me when all I can see
is a future by myself
Let’s fall in love

—  backwards
Heart on the Line (part 5)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1589

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Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Kim Jongdae// Collision Course - Part 4

Originally posted by jongdaeonly

Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1 / 2/ 3/ 4 /5)
Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU
Word Count: 2,288  

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Falling for Trico

Here we have Jack as the Chosen One giving Trico pets. One of my favorite moments was the character falling nonchalantly sideways from Trico’s side.

Not since the days of Jack’s Uncharted 4 play through have I so thoroughly enjoyed a game series. It was mixed with humor, astonishment and heartache. No, I could not keep a dry eye thru the ending ;-;

That’s love: possibly the sneakiest trick ever played on any variety of life form by a notoriously conniving Universe. You do all these dismal, soul-destroying things because you get attached to each other.
—  Honest John’s clone, “Falling Sideways” by Tom Holt
Bruce Wayne (BvS) x female reader- Secret Possession (Rated M smut)

Bruce keeps you his secret lover, the love of his life, using the women on his arms in public as pawns in his plan. Returning home to you he shows you how much he missed you. His little Princess, but have you been a good girl for Daddy?

Warning- Sexual content, Daddy kink, submissive reader, Dom!Bruce, BatDaddy, Oral (M/F), rough sex, punishment

Originally posted by kane52630


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So we got a new sponge at work, and when we wash the beets, it’s absolutely horrifying.

Tell Me When It’s Alright

Will sped as fast as he could down the road, peddling like his life depended on it.  As far as he was concerned, it did.

His backpack hit his back repeatedly every time he pedaled, the notebooks and pencils jostling uncomfortably.  He hadn’t zipped it up all the way, and he could feel the weight shift as it opened slowly, and he prayed to whoever was listening that it wouldn’t spill.  He really couldn’t afford to lose all his homework.

Something that felt like a rock his the back of his thigh hard, making him yelp, and suddenly his homework was the last thing on his mind.

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Late night out - Sam x Reader

Warnings!: Reader gets drunk, but yeah

Word Count: 1,080

Summary: Y/N goes out for a girls night and when she comes home drunk, Sam helps her get off to bed. 

A/N: You guys, lately my creativity has been a constant stream and i fw it for real. Also, just in general, stay tuned boo. 

It had been a while since you had a night out with the girls. Life was busy as a hunter, always on the move. However, this job landed you back in your hometown and you saw it as a perfect opportunity to catch up with friends.

You slipped on a little black dress and some complementary heels. The leather dress wrapped tightly around your body, outlining your natural curves. Your hair fell over your shoulder as you finished applying your lipstick. Wow. You were pleased with the end result and excitment started to build up. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from one of your friends. 

‘Be here in 10 minutes. Can’t wait to see you!!’

You grabbed your purse and exited the bathroom. 

Sam and Dean each laid on one of the motel’s beds. Dean flipped through endless pages of whatever magazine he was reading, but Sams eyes immediately looked up from his laptop. His eyes went slightly wide and he did a double take at the stunning image of you. 

“Y/N,” Sam stammered. “Where to?” He looked to be in awe. You laughed knowing you must’ve really caught him off guard. 

“Decided to take a night off.” You said, double checking your purse to make sure you had everything. 

Dean looked up from his magazine and he, too, was stunned. “Who’s the lucky guy?” He teased. 

“Just a night out with the girls.” You laughed, walking towards the door. “Don’t worry though, I won’t be too late.” 

Dean started to say something but you left the room, cutting him off. The boys loved you dearly and you knew they just wanted you to be safe and responsibile. And they never failed to make sure you knew this. Which you did, you were old enough to take care of yourself and it wasn’t their job to babysit you. Afterall, you just worked with them, nothing more. 

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Music blared through the speakers as you danced, holding your drink high. This was your fifth drink? You felt a bit queasy but still jumped as the lights roamed over the crowd. In one quick slosh, vodka hit the back of your throat, sending a warm feeling down your throat. Panic rushed through you as you remembered that you didn’t know where your purse was. 

You pushed through the crowd of people who were all dancing on each other and some even tried to latch onto you. You just shook them off though and suddenly the music became more present than ever. Your hands clasped over your ears as they started to ring. Finally, you found your purse and immediately checked your phone. It had been an hour since you had lost track of your friends in the crowd and still no sign of them. Without hesitation, you grabbed your belongings and headed for the exit door. 

The cold nights air hit you when you stepped outside. It actually didn’t bother you, not compared to the heat inside. The motel was only two blocks over, so you began your walk, finding comfort in the cool air. 

Halfway to the motel, you looked up to the sky. It wasn’t cloudly at all, in fact you could see many constellations. Each one was fascinating and more than interesting to look at. You smiled, looking away from the sky and wondering what else could be out there. You laughed as you thought of the angels in heaven. They are out there afterall. One normal night did not mean one normal life. This life belonged strictly to the abnormal. 

You stumbled into the motel, a giggling mess but clasped a hand over your mouth when you saw Dean passed out on the bed. Not wanting to disturb dean, you slowly turned around, closing the door. When you turned around, Sam stood in the bathroom doorway, brushing his teeth. You jumped, startled by his sudden presence. However, you forget that you had heels on and when you landed, you lost your balance causing your foot to fall sideways, sending you to the ground. 

“Damn it!” You cried out, holding onto your ankle. 

Sam rushed over to you, toothbrush still in his mouth causing you to bust out laughing. “Sam!” You exclaimed. 

It didnt take long for Sam to piece together that you were drunk. He grinned, rolling his eyes as you threw your head back laughing. 

“We need to get you off the floor, Y/N. Come on.” Sam struggled to say as his toothbrush still took up space in his mouth. You felt your self being lifted off of the tile floor and placed onto Sam’s bed. 

Sam walked into the bathroom, quickly rinsing off his toothbrush and sitting it down on the counter. 

“I’ll be easy on you since you definitely just sprained your ankle.” Sam pointed out as he sat beside you. 

“You couldn’t be tough on me even if you wanted to.” You laughed, reaching out and poking his nose. “Boop!” 

“Quiet, quiet, if you wake up Dean, he’s going to be pissed.” Sam snickered. Of course Sam wouldn’t be hard on you. He understood that things got hard at times and sometimes it can help to just have even a moment of normalcy. Dean was always more hesitant when it came to you being on your own for anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he just cared too much for you. Dean felt like he had to look out for you. 

You nodded, laying back on the bed and ignoring your ankle, which was starting to swell. 

“Should probably get some ice on that.” Sam suggested. You shrugged him off though. 

“I feel okay, actually would you bring me a bottle of water, my throat is not feeling its best.” You admitted sitting back up. Sam stood up, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a water for you. 

“Heads up.” Sam said, gently tossing the water bottle to you. You caught it in your hands and the cold plastic burned your hands. You unscrewed the cap though and took a sip. The cold water hit your teeth, sending shivers throughout your body. 

“Get some sleep,” Sam said, lifting the blankets up and laying them over you all at once. “Job starts tomorrow.” 

“But Sam,” You asked, a sense of worry washing over you, “What if my ankle isn’t better by tomorrow.” 

“It will be.” Sam smiled at you once more before flickering the lights off. 

Title // The Pool Scene (Alex Standall)

Title: The Pool Scene

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Word Count: 421

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: What would’ve happened if the reader was there during the pool scene

Author’s Note: I’ve never posted imagines on tumblr before! I’d love if you could tell me what you think/send requests.

You were hanging out with the boys while they played video games – You rolled your eyes at their idiocy, and went to grab a bag of potato chips. When you turned back around, bag in hands, Alex was gone. “Where did Alex go?” You asked. Monty shrugged with a smirk, saying, “Dunno. He shot me and then left.” It didn’t seem like anything serious, but you decided to go and try to find him anyways – You’d never admit it to anyone, but, for a while now, you noticed that you’d been developing a bit of a crush on him. You vowed to keep it secret, though, sure that he was still in love with Jessica, but hoping that time would change the tides. For now, you were waiting, quiet and hopeful. You stepped over the boys tussling around on the ground, looking around the pool area – You would admit it, Bryce could be a bit of an asshole at times, but his house was luxurious. It was there that you found Alex – He was by the edge of the pool, his back to you. “Alex?” You asked, walking towards him, but he didn’t hear you – He tilted sideways, falling over into the pool with a giant splash. Your heart flew up into your throat as you ran over to the place where he was just standing and leaned over the edge, waiting for him to come back up. He sank lower and lower, and for a breathless, anxiety-ridden moment, you feared that he wouldn’t come back up. You were preparing to dive in after him when he finally pushed upwards, breaking the surface. “Alex?” You whispered. He turned towards you, silent. You gripped his hands and helped pull him out. The two of you stood there, him dripping wet, water droplets pouring off of every inch of him. “Y/N,” he starts, but you shush him, pulling him close to you. “It’s okay,” you mutter. “But it isn’t okay,” he replies. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, is okay.” “That’s alright too,” you say, pulling back to wipe the water trailing down the sides of his face, falling from his hair. “You don’t have to be okay all of the time. We all have bad days.” “What if it isn’t a bad day? What if it’s a bad life? What if I did something horrible?” He asks, slowly sinking to the ground. You follow his lead, and he leans backwards onto you. “Then we get through it together,” you say softly, reaching for his hand.

hi-avery  asked:

"Holy shit, you're real." with Fallen Angel Enjoltaire?

Okay I’m not the best at this story arc/trope so please forgive me if this isn;t what you wanted <3

He had always associated Enjolras with falling.

Falling head over heels, falling sideways just to see him, falling in love. 

It was only fitting that he had found him here. Fallen.

Although fallen was perhaps not the best choice of words. Enjolras had clearly been here for a long time. His skin was freezing upon contact. It was hard for Grantaire to understand what he was seeing. It was all so surreal, but he was not questioning it. After all, how many times had he compared Enjorlas to an angel?

“Holy shit,” Grantaire whispered, despite the fact that Enjolras unconscious and could not hear him. “You’re real.”

Shrugging off his coat, Grantaire wrapped it around Enjolras’ bare back, only pausing briefly to look in awe and in a strange way even admire the cruel markings on his back. It was as though the wings had been pulled straight from his blades, leaving nothing but two ugly and large scars on the top of his back. 

He was grateful for the darkness that surrounded them as he lifted Enjolras into his arms. He was so much lighter to lift than what was humanly possible, and as he begun to walk back towards his home, he couldn’t help but look down onto the face that he’d always admired, always venerated, always loved. 

He wasn’t human. He was other-worldly. He was ethereal. Grantaire had believed all of these things before he had had proof. 

Enjolras’ eyes slowly began to flutter open. Grantaire felt an uncomfortable knowledge clutch at his chest. This was not a secret he was supposed to know. There were many that Enjolras trusted above him.

“R?” Enjolras asked softly as his eyes became focused, his voice not quite there yet.

“Don’t move too much.” Grantaire replied, attempting to keep his own voice steady and his face stoic. As though he hadn’t just stumbled upon the most incredible thing in his life. “I’m taking you home.”

Enjolras closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be in great pain, and this too hit Grantaire hard. 

“I tried to go home.” Enjolras whispered, his lips were trembling. “I thought I was ready. They still don’t want me.”

“I know how that feels.” Grantaire said quietly. He fell silent for a moment, focusing on his steps. “It might not be home, but you’ll always have a place with me.”

Maybe it was his imagination, or the uncomfortable way the chill snapped at his arms, but Grantaire could have sworn he felt Enjolras hold onto him tighter after that.